Tired
Ugh, I just got home from my neurology appt. It was scheduled at 11 am, and I was told to come 15 min early, but I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get in there so turned up ten or fifteen minutes before that. Then I had to wait 3.5 hours. A man was there when I arrived, waiting for a different neurologist; it's his birthday, today, too. I was going to beat on the receptionist if he went in first, to get her to give him a sticker or something, but I went in before him and exited out the back door.

She didn't know anything at all about CCSVI but is going to ask the ms walla at Swedish Hospital. She did a lot of asking/testing to see how I am. I had two questions - regarding CCSVI and a technologically more advanced foot drop appliance, but although she couldn't give me any info about either she says she'll ask people who do know. I said I'd find out if an mri is paid for at all by insurance, which she'd like me to do if possible.

I'd thought long and hard about what to take with me, and when she said she didn't know anything about CCSVI I gave her an article explaining it, and told her a doctor at Swedish is doing the procedure for m.s. sufferers.
Me: blah blah CCSVI
DrC: I don't know anything about it.
Me: You are supposed to be a fount of knowledge :(
later
Me: Coming here is such an ordeal.
DrC: Nooo, I disappointed you because I'm not a fount of knowledge!
Me: Heh. You should be!

She knew me perfectly well despite the fact that I've seen her perhaps three times, the last time ten years ago or so. My doctor's office knows me, too - I never understand that, either.
Me: I don't get it.
Frank: Most people are sheep. You're not a sheep.

Be that as it may, I'd never make a master criminal.