This is a Joke!

I got a letter this morning addressed to my GP but with me copied in in which they talk about cutting Jermaine's toenails and how that is not going to be possible under normal circumstances.

 

What they finally agreed to do after months of prompting from me was to use a sedative. This morning the letter says how much that will be ... diazepam 5mg!

 

For heavens sake, they just as well give him a smartie for all the good that will do. Don't get me wrong, I want to be incorrect about this, I'd love to see him finally get his feet sorted out but remembering back to the last time they tried diazepam I really just don't think they have a clue, another example of lack of communication.