I was supposed to go to the doctor up at OHSU today. I wasn't expecting much. Last time I went was about three years ago and the docor told me that I probably knew more about my disease than he did and that I should check the Internet and if I ever find any promising cures, to call him. What the heck? Oh, and he said I was too fat for my wheelchair...and prescribed a new one I got it a whole year and a half later. I really don't want to go back, but I was weak and let my neurologist talk me into it. I decided I'd go and ride the tram over the freeway at least, and see my friend Dawn, who works on the hill. Well, they caled last week, wanting to re-schedule for the 21st cause my doctor (if we can call him that) is out of town today. At least, the tram will still be there.