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When I go to the United States, I leave Montreal, I get on a Greyhound bus. I reach the American border, I get out of the bus, go into the room there. The customs agents would ask me, the purpose of your trip? And I'd tell them right out loud, to get my morphine Medtronic pump refilled. Ha ha ha ha. And that's what I'd tell them. I'd tell them that every time. I was crying. I did it for ten years. Every month. I'd come and get my Medtronic morphine pump refilled with a big smile on my face. They hated that. They hated it. Ha ha. There's nothing they could do about it. That was the funny part. AB1AI, Affordable to E2.