MARIE: Well, first of all: we got the letter confirming Jon's appointments for neuropsych - and are much relieved.
Even better, I am writing this from our holiday (though burglars beware: we have a very keen cat sitter). The 8+ hour flight really took it out of Jon and it's only now, 6 days in, that he's beginning to feel normal again. Or whatever passes for normal these days.
Once again we have made it all the way through customs with more drugs than anyone has any right to need for the length of time we're away. Although we came with everything in original packets carrying Jon's name, plus copies of prescriptions and a letter from the psychiatrist who prescribed the Ritalin (which apparently has reasonable street value), it's always an anxious time when you face the customs guys. I once got in trouble for carrying half an apple, so what couldn't happen with two gross of class B tablets?
Jon has decided to spend the holiday growing a beard. He had one before I met him, and has always claimed to have remained a man with a beard in spirit. Well, it's coming back, and I think I rather like it. It'll save him shaving, which may be the real reason he's growing it, and I must admit that the idea of cut-throat razors and PD is best avoided. Here's how far he got. V. cuddly.
Even better, I am writing this from our holiday (though burglars beware: we have a very keen cat sitter). The 8+ hour flight really took it out of Jon and it's only now, 6 days in, that he's beginning to feel normal again. Or whatever passes for normal these days.
Once again we have made it all the way through customs with more drugs than anyone has any right to need for the length of time we're away. Although we came with everything in original packets carrying Jon's name, plus copies of prescriptions and a letter from the psychiatrist who prescribed the Ritalin (which apparently has reasonable street value), it's always an anxious time when you face the customs guys. I once got in trouble for carrying half an apple, so what couldn't happen with two gross of class B tablets?
Jon has decided to spend the holiday growing a beard. He had one before I met him, and has always claimed to have remained a man with a beard in spirit. Well, it's coming back, and I think I rather like it. It'll save him shaving, which may be the real reason he's growing it, and I must admit that the idea of cut-throat razors and PD is best avoided. Here's how far he got. V. cuddly.
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