Sigh - my wife and my GP are sending me to a gyn. And if I hadn't got a speedy appt. there tomorrow, they'd've put me directly in hospital. Can't a happy man have his peace?
I actually have the referral for hospital too, and can use that to get to the gyn quicker.
Good thing is - my wife is getting all kind and loving, is listening to me, is talking to me properly, thinking about life... and crying. First when I was giggling away, enjoying her "new" attitude, she tried repeatedly saying: "It's not funny", until I said: let me stay happy, my body doesn't need tears, it needs my happiness and laughter, it doesn't need worry and depression, it needs my drive. Then she at last got it. And she's actually said she wants to come into the garden and have a look at and share my new antics and pranks....
let's see how long she can bear with my bubbling...