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Doc appointments went well today, il-hamdullilah.
Dr. Dott, who is yanking my ovary on the morrow, seemed a bit out of it -- I don't know if his staff informed him he had to be at the hospital at 7am tomorrow. But he's a good guy, and knows his shit. It is nice knowing that I have a gyn specialist at the helm for the ovary yank (though he also has his endocrinology creds and thus can manage my hormones).
Also had my yearly check-up with my general doc. She has not seen me for a year, and thus, not only has not witnessed the transition, but the last I talked to her, I hadn't even told her I was planning on doing it. I've been in her office for blood tests and things, and she's been told I was transitioning, but this was still our first face-to-face. She's queer friendly, and recommended by the Lesbian Health Initiative, but still, as I have found out in person, queer-friendly does not always mean trans-friendly, and certainly does not mean trans-knowledgeable.
She did well. Don't know if she's ever had a trans patient before, and she was all manner of curious, but also respectful, and knew how the hormones and things were likely to interact, and likely to affect my physiology. I've been nervous about that, and I'm glad it went well, and now I feel as though I have a doc again -- won't have to worry about the trans piece if, say, I have a wicked sinus infection or something. Gotta be honest, one of the reasons I wanted a physical with my general physician over this break was pretty much just to see if I still have a doctor, you know? It's just a coincidence that the appointment was on the same day I ended up doing pre-op stuff.
Scheduled a mammogram through my general practitioner, which I need because I'm 40 and have breast cancer in the family (mother), but also because I need one in a 3 year time frame before top surgery. The fellow giving me the info and the number to call had a weird look in his eye, like "oh my god, I can't believe I'm scheduling a mammogram for a dude, this is so weird..." And then his look kinda shifted, and he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Call this number to schedule it, and if they give you ANY SHIT, tell them to call me. I'll fix it for you."
Awesome. Just awesome.
My best beloved is taking good care of me, and my nerves. She is also nervous as shit herself. Which is ... awesome, actually. I see, in her eyes, exactly how I feel when one of my family members goes under the knife. To have her this worried about me reaffirms that she thinks of me as family, and that's so sweet, and so wonderful, I don't even know what to *do* about that, except hug her and be grateful the universe has sent me such a gift.
She's gonna post here tomorrow when we get home, just in case any of y'all were curious how it all went.
Dr. Dott, who is yanking my ovary on the morrow, seemed a bit out of it -- I don't know if his staff informed him he had to be at the hospital at 7am tomorrow. But he's a good guy, and knows his shit. It is nice knowing that I have a gyn specialist at the helm for the ovary yank (though he also has his endocrinology creds and thus can manage my hormones).
Also had my yearly check-up with my general doc. She has not seen me for a year, and thus, not only has not witnessed the transition, but the last I talked to her, I hadn't even told her I was planning on doing it. I've been in her office for blood tests and things, and she's been told I was transitioning, but this was still our first face-to-face. She's queer friendly, and recommended by the Lesbian Health Initiative, but still, as I have found out in person, queer-friendly does not always mean trans-friendly, and certainly does not mean trans-knowledgeable.
She did well. Don't know if she's ever had a trans patient before, and she was all manner of curious, but also respectful, and knew how the hormones and things were likely to interact, and likely to affect my physiology. I've been nervous about that, and I'm glad it went well, and now I feel as though I have a doc again -- won't have to worry about the trans piece if, say, I have a wicked sinus infection or something. Gotta be honest, one of the reasons I wanted a physical with my general physician over this break was pretty much just to see if I still have a doctor, you know? It's just a coincidence that the appointment was on the same day I ended up doing pre-op stuff.
Scheduled a mammogram through my general practitioner, which I need because I'm 40 and have breast cancer in the family (mother), but also because I need one in a 3 year time frame before top surgery. The fellow giving me the info and the number to call had a weird look in his eye, like "oh my god, I can't believe I'm scheduling a mammogram for a dude, this is so weird..." And then his look kinda shifted, and he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Call this number to schedule it, and if they give you ANY SHIT, tell them to call me. I'll fix it for you."
Awesome. Just awesome.
My best beloved is taking good care of me, and my nerves. She is also nervous as shit herself. Which is ... awesome, actually. I see, in her eyes, exactly how I feel when one of my family members goes under the knife. To have her this worried about me reaffirms that she thinks of me as family, and that's so sweet, and so wonderful, I don't even know what to *do* about that, except hug her and be grateful the universe has sent me such a gift.
She's gonna post here tomorrow when we get home, just in case any of y'all were curious how it all went.