Valjar had told me to report to Joint Base Andrews ASAP and the military whisked me away to Hawaii as efficiently as one would expect. On arrival I was taken to patient's vacation residence where I found him looking haunted and mumbling about Vlad Putin pursuing him with drones.
"Been smoking Maui Gold?" I asked. Patient nodded.
"I've warned you about the perils of self-medicating with weed... now roll up your sleeve." Patient meekly obeyed and I injected a dose of Ativan that would have stopped a bull. I then suggested to Mrs Patient that they import Valjar for the rest of the vacation to monitor him. Mrs.Patient agreed with alacrity.----Dictated by S.H. Rink M.D.