Valerie Jarrett arranged for Dr S.H. Rink to be flown to Oahu, because she feared that the island choom had unhinged me. Rink lost no time in dosing me to the gills with an injected sedative. I retreated to the Presidential bed after asking Marv Nicholson, my amiable trip director, to find Badgie, my satin-edged comfort blanket and to give him to me so I could rub Badgie against my care-worn Presidential cheeks, suck on two fingers and take a restful nap. "Thanks, Marv... Aaah....Badgie....num...num....zzzzz....num...num...zzzzzz... sweet Badgie....zzzzzzz.....
