About five years ago I had to take Tommy to another city for a medical test. The test began at 7 a.m. and required that he stay awake the entire night before. Tommy can’t stay awake if he takes his meds, so sans medication, Tommy and I checked into a hotel near the hospital. As the night wore on, Tommy got louder and more active. His impulse control was completely gone and by 3 in the morning, management asked us to leave. Exhausted and desperate to keep Tommy awake, but calm, I tried driving around talking to him. If I had kept this up I would have actually fallen asleep at the wheel so we searched for a place to go. A 24-hour Krispy Kreme rescued me. Tommy watched them make donuts, asked the employees a million questions, clogged the toilets and flooded the bathroom floors but we made it through the night. We checked in and the nurse frowned when she saw Tommy. “He seems too well rested, you were to keep him awake all night.” I insisted that neither of us had slept a wink and the tests proceeded. The tests showed nothing wrong but that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that I carried a sleeping Tommy to the car, drove the 3 hour trip home and went to bed for 6 hours of sleep before Tommy woke up.