Following my most recent disappointing visit to my hospital consultant when he dismissed me with a deflating " see you in two years" I have opted to get phsyciatric help privately, and seek legal advice, my mood has improved considerably. I refuse to be mucked about by an aged old faggot who has so little interest in me as a patient. Even the experienced receptionist admitted she had never booked anyone an appointment so far in advance.
The consultant offered no coping advice other than curtailing my physical activities to match my "current ability capabilities",in other words a slow downhill slide to death. I intend to see the old trout in two years time.