She didn’t have a clue what was wrong with me, and advised me to wait until the symptom went away, which of course I’d been doing the last nine months.

I think men have got it right, Charles… don’t be a girl!!

Glad to have you back in the land of the dead,

love from Jonathan

Love the song!

Seems to be hard to get the balance between “It can’t possibly just be a cold doc, I feel awful, as I told you the day before yesterday and the day before that” and “no, it’s nothing, I’ve got another arm, why should I bother the doctors, I’ll just use some superglue and a bandaid, the football’s on in a minute, stop fussing.” Or worse, as Louise says, blokes won’t go to the doc but they will wear down their partners for months with complaints about the unique, mysterious and lethal ailment they are sure they suffer from. Because it’s a unique ailment, which is why “there’s no point in going to the doctor, I’ll be fine…”

Anyway, hope you are feeling better.

Hoping your all better and Doc has managed to diagnose your vauge symptons

men are utterly rubbish, my hubby hasn’t been to the doctors in years or maybe forever. I’m always nagging him to go and get checked out when he moans at me about some random ailment for 3 months running!

When you hit a grand old age things will change, when your daily trip to the doctors is the highlight of your life and Doc knows all about your family and how often your dogs go to the loo from your old man ramblings – your not there yet, therefor I’ll take back the ‘wazzup old boy’ comment and rephrase the start of my message as ‘ ‘Hi Charles, how are you’ :O)

sending you a big cuddle xxx