Not asking for help, just having a bit of a rant! Dr L's gone with no notice, no warning - even though it turns out I saw him a week before he left! I rang yesterday to make sure my blood test form was ready and the (lovely) receptionist told me he'd gone (and was rather surprised he hadn't bothered to tell me himself, especially as it was not a last-minute decision.) . . . I have spent *years* training him up and now I have to start all over again . . . and I'm not going back to Dr N ('You're so brave but there's nothing I can do' is NOT what I want to hear; what I want to hear is, 'Let's try this . . .'). ARGH. I am now going to go and bang my head against the wall for ten minutes and then take to my bed and eat chocolate (can't remember who suggested that last week, but I took note of it as a good - well, maybe not cure-all, but least a good put-up-with-all-this-crap-all!!). So next week I'm off to see Dr K. Let's hope he's open-minded and willing to listen. Have a good day, lupies all!