One of the most surreal ballbusting experiences I have ever had involved a trip to the doctors that was prompted by my wife.  I had developed a slight rash that was not very prominent or widespread, but which had hung around for about three weeks, and my wife told me I should go to a dermatologist to get it checked out.  Normally I avoid doctors for anything that isn't causing me major problems - mostly because I'm usually busy and can't be bothered, but she'd been really urging me to take…