First, the good news.
Authorization for the prescription finally came through, and my son picked it up from the pharmacy after supper.
Now,the not-so-spiffy news.
I've been on half-doses of methylphenidate since before the weekend. That may explain why I've been making so many typos, and feel like I'm running on low power. It's a frustrating situation, but I understand why the pharmacy has to send a request for another month's supply to St. Cloud each time — and wait for a piece of paper with ink on it to arrive in the mail.
It could be worse. I might have to wait while a messenger walks there with a missive, warms his feet at the fire while someone chases a goose to get a writing quill - - - yes, it could be worse. :)