I have Beepster...

Tell him to knuckle down.

*dons Cher wig and tight see through spandex*
 
"Babe..."
 
etc and so forth...

bapu
...in the palm of my hand.
 
What say you all? What do you want me have him do?

Have him stop being so needy and let you go. You don't have to cover for him like this.

Anyhoo... after two years out in the wild without any proper medical treatment I have finally found a GP. Met with him this week.
 
Hopefully he's not a dunce and can actually help me. Seems like he can.
 
I don't want to say the last year has been an entire waste (I can now play bass "properly" and reasonably proficiently) and the album is now just waiting for final tracks (which is why I've gone crazy on getting my bass chops up) but really... I haven't even been half the Beepster I used to be a year ago (which was a tenth of the Beepster I was before I ever even met ya'll).
 
It was interesting to see what would happen if I just let my body do it's thing (I survived many years without doctorbs aside from the yearly STD test). Unfortunately its "thing" is being an obstructive arsehole.
 
Now I only want to reclaim the next twenty years of my life for music (and maybe a little more human contact) which is how long, with proper treatment, I've got until I'm reduced to clicking and pointing at a PRV to compose.
 
So ya, let's see what this kid can do. He seemed cool and and interested in my case.
 
It's always fun watching new docs cruise through my history and seeing the "WTF"ism slowly cross their face.

Thanks for the clarification and reassurance, Beeps. And yeah, reclaim the hell out of those lost years. Best of luck, and godspeed and all those other things I'm supposed to say!

Did Beepstoid say fill kilt?

Beebso is gross