Dr.W, Act 2

went up, got a hackeysack, to which I promptly disassembled because it had a plastic bag inside holding all the little stones. ugh. We got to E-dot a little too early, like two and a half or so, but that just let us bumble around for a bit. went into a music store there and asked about a tin whistle... they were all out. It seems like everywhere in C-dot I ask go "no, we don't have any" but everywhere up north they go "we just sold them all." I don't get it. no penny whistle joy for me.

So I finally went to the app't, talked with a resident, as is the habit, answered the same facking questions again, since no one bothers to read a chart or communicate, then talked to the Dr, who is sending off a referral to a nice surgeon guy in order for me to see him about top surgery. This is cool. I know things are supposed to be happening fast, and that this is kind of the inevitable next step on this path, but no one seems nearly as stoked about this as they should be according to my head. But at the timing, I will have the surgery done in the winter tie, which means I'll end up doing topless snow angels or something. DA told me that that was good timing because then I'll be all nicely healed in time for the summer months again. which is true, but I'm still going to have to romp around topless and drive everyone in the house crazy.

Getting tired of the pressure to get the GRS stuff done though. why is "I don't like the hack-job options available to me right now" not a valid reason to not wanting to get the surgery done?

I'm kinda stressing about the last injection I had, just because it leaked a fair ammount out. I know that I can't just pull a number out of my ass and be like "K, shooting this much now to compensate..." and I know these things happen. hell, there have been days where I'm pretty sure shooting my insulin was a waste of time 'cause it all dribbled right back out again... but here I am, with this heightened anxiety anyway. Oh well, 11 days till my next shot.

02.08.2006 - 13:46

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