I parcel out the melatonin carefully for Charlie; never want to overdo it. The past few nights he has been falling asleep without it but you can be sure we will take some when we are on an airplane next week.

Thanks for the music, Estée.

Thank goodness for the melatonin! A friend of mine says it works wonders for her son when he cannot sleep (He’s on the autism spectrum too). I’ve considered getting some for myself and I think I will get some since it seems to work and not do the opposite. I tend to have very odd reactions to medications which is why I avoid psych drugs like the plague. Many others on the autism spectrum have told me that they’ve had some bad reactions to psych meds… sometimes the opposite effect.

My first encounter with a benzo was a disaster. I cannot remember any of it, but I was given the sedative for a test they were doing. I blacked out, punched the doctor and then wouldn’t wake up. They had to give me the antidote or I might not have woken up. When I awoke, however, I felt more relaxed. The doctor at the hospital told me he had suspected I’d have an odd reaction, so he gave me half the dose he would give to a 2 year old. I don’t even want to know what may have happened if he had given me the dose that would have been appropriate for an adult of my weight and mass.

I wish you and Adam all the best and send you my love. You’re both in my prayers too. :^)

What a nightmare in the hospital! As a mother of three asthmatic boys (I was very often in emergency), I know there is a real problem of treating the pain (they are making some progress), fear and stress of children. And fear makes the symptomes worse.. I can only imagine how difficult it was for Adam and you. C’est inadmissible.

Being a lectuerer is tiring. Especially when people think that one is doing it to be right. It’s far from the purose, true?

Also, “der zweck des lebens ist das lebens selbst” is “the purpose of life is life itself.”

Translation: (by Charles Johnston)

To Chloris

If it be true, Chloris, that thou lovst me
(And I understand that thou dost love me well),
I do believe that even kings
Could know such happiness as mine.

How unwelcome death would be,
If it came to exchange my fortune
With the joy of heaven!

All that they say of ambrosia
Does not fire my imagination
Like the favour of thine eyes.