Progress
So on Tuesday I went to Callen-Lorde to talk to a case worker about my insurance situation. They said they'd never heard of anything quite so complicated but were eager to help. q-: They put me in touch with a state-run organization that helps people navigate their insurance, and they were also really helpful on the phone on Thursday. I've started the pre-certification process and might have a surgery date any day now! (Also, immediately after I got off the phone with them I broke my glasses. Gosh, those were so obscenely expensive. )-; They're under warranty, so I was able to take them back to the store for repairs and got them back on Friday, but I'm still gonna beat myself up over it.) I've been having a lot of feelings about top surgery since these advances but am putting that in a separate post.
In other news, my cyclic migraines have returned with a vengeance. I think three months of data is enough to draw a conclusion, and I'm really unhappy about it. It's going to be another ten days before I can see an actual doctor at Callen-Lorde. /-: Depending on how things go with scheduling surgery, I'm not sure what I'm going to push for. Basically, I don't want to increase my dose nor go on E-blockers for only a short period of time before having to stop hormones for surgery because that's a lot of adjusting to do. I won't soon forget how distracting it was to take a three week break from T last spring and then restart. I hope I have some more information before my appointment rolls around. Oh, and I think I didn't mention this before because I failed to post for a month, but they're not going to make me redo the bloodwork I had done in September, which is nice.
As I've been letting myself get hopeful about top surgery, I've realized how self-destructive I've been lately. I haven't been doing much personal writing, which has a form of self-care for me over the past four and a half years and moreso now that I don't have any friends I see on a regular basis nor do I have a therapist. I've been staying up late and playing tablet games in bed, which I know worsens my chronic insomnia. I've been eating terribly (lots of junk food) but more often than not just skipping meals and somewhat consciously thinking that I deserve punishment for being incompetent, either at research or in my personal life (including but not strictly limited to transition woes). Top surgery or none, I need to cut that out or I'm going to develop an eating disorder if I don't already have one. I wish I could find the motivation to get back into climbing, but it's just not there. I used to be so independent and don't know where that went. . .
In other news, my cyclic migraines have returned with a vengeance. I think three months of data is enough to draw a conclusion, and I'm really unhappy about it. It's going to be another ten days before I can see an actual doctor at Callen-Lorde. /-: Depending on how things go with scheduling surgery, I'm not sure what I'm going to push for. Basically, I don't want to increase my dose nor go on E-blockers for only a short period of time before having to stop hormones for surgery because that's a lot of adjusting to do. I won't soon forget how distracting it was to take a three week break from T last spring and then restart. I hope I have some more information before my appointment rolls around. Oh, and I think I didn't mention this before because I failed to post for a month, but they're not going to make me redo the bloodwork I had done in September, which is nice.
As I've been letting myself get hopeful about top surgery, I've realized how self-destructive I've been lately. I haven't been doing much personal writing, which has a form of self-care for me over the past four and a half years and moreso now that I don't have any friends I see on a regular basis nor do I have a therapist. I've been staying up late and playing tablet games in bed, which I know worsens my chronic insomnia. I've been eating terribly (lots of junk food) but more often than not just skipping meals and somewhat consciously thinking that I deserve punishment for being incompetent, either at research or in my personal life (including but not strictly limited to transition woes). Top surgery or none, I need to cut that out or I'm going to develop an eating disorder if I don't already have one. I wish I could find the motivation to get back into climbing, but it's just not there. I used to be so independent and don't know where that went. . .