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Well, it has become too much. I am being refused appropriate medical treatment because I am not married to a woman. My neighbors on the marina, seeing I was upset invited me in for a drink and wanted to see my letter of complaint to the medical service. Before I gave it to them to read I said you should know I am gay. They shrugged this off; they already knew that. So by tomorrow the entire marina will know I am gay. Now, I still need to find a gay friendly doctor and not some homophobe that continues to make me sick. The specialist I saw on Monday asked as if it were no big deal. How happy that made me; until I had to go back to the homophobe. I came out 40 years ago now, at aged 16. I am now 56. I have been a gay activist since I was 18. Maybe a little bit has changed. Will I go to my grave still hoping for at least equal rights. Perhaps gay liberation is too much to hope for? Maybe, on monday, I can find a gay friendly doctor?