went to a new doctor. Ruby Farooqi at Polyclinic Ballard. She's nice enough. Got the usual guilting about diabetes care that I get from any new doctor that hasn't learned futility yet. I forgot to bring a few things up, but after I listed most of the things that have been or are wrong with me, she suggested I should go live at the medical school. Apparently it doesn't pay that well, tho.
So, there was that. Then there was mardi gras dinner at chuck and margo's. chargo's? hm, no, skip that. That was good.