…is, frankly, a nice way to get me to make last night’s dinner into diamonds. It happened today.
Oh, and it wasn’t just the FBI, there was also someone from a major health insurance company, and a rep from the Office of the Inspector General. They weren’t interested in me, but a patient I’d seen. I won’t give any details as apparently it’s an ongoing investigation (I wasn’t sworn to secrecy, or anything dramatic), but suffice to say serial narcotic-seeking will eventually get the wrong kind of attention.
I was just glad they weren’t interested in me.