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so.
i was hunting round my room for cigarette filters, when i came across my phone, and i suddenly found myself picking it up and dialing the private gender clinic in london. this was at 4:59pm. they shut up office at 5pm so i didn't really expect anyone to answer. maybe thats why i randomly chose then to phone, but lo and behold, some friendly man answered the phone at the other end...
-hello.. russell reid..
-er. hi. is this the right number to call if i want to book an appointment with dr. curtis?
-oh yes! you've got the right place! are you a returning patient, or brand new? when would you like to come?
-new, and as soon as possible please.
-well he's left the office already, otherwise he could have talked to you tonight, how is thursday for you?
-wow, uh.. great! thanks!
....
so. yes. on thursday i will be having not one, but two seperate appointments to discuss my transition.. hah! talk about waiting for a bus! i'll be at the claybrook centre in the morning, then seeing dr. curtis in the afternoon. crazy.
this essentially makes my appointment on thursday morning completely redundant. but at least then i can say that i've experienced the horror that is charing cross and lived to tell the tale.
both my housemates are all about coming in to london with me as they both have the day off and want to support me (i know they really just want to go shopping). this is pretty fucking awesome of them as i never asked either but they both persisted in telling me that they were coming whether i liked it or not. i guess i'm actually quite lucky when it comes down to it.
so yes. i'll try and make as many mental notes as possible about both appointments so i can give a sort of compare and contrast account of my day, as this is really a perfect opportunity to evaluate the level of care both give. hah. i feel so greedy!
alex
i was hunting round my room for cigarette filters, when i came across my phone, and i suddenly found myself picking it up and dialing the private gender clinic in london. this was at 4:59pm. they shut up office at 5pm so i didn't really expect anyone to answer. maybe thats why i randomly chose then to phone, but lo and behold, some friendly man answered the phone at the other end...
-hello.. russell reid..
-er. hi. is this the right number to call if i want to book an appointment with dr. curtis?
-oh yes! you've got the right place! are you a returning patient, or brand new? when would you like to come?
-new, and as soon as possible please.
-well he's left the office already, otherwise he could have talked to you tonight, how is thursday for you?
-wow, uh.. great! thanks!
....
so. yes. on thursday i will be having not one, but two seperate appointments to discuss my transition.. hah! talk about waiting for a bus! i'll be at the claybrook centre in the morning, then seeing dr. curtis in the afternoon. crazy.
this essentially makes my appointment on thursday morning completely redundant. but at least then i can say that i've experienced the horror that is charing cross and lived to tell the tale.
both my housemates are all about coming in to london with me as they both have the day off and want to support me (i know they really just want to go shopping). this is pretty fucking awesome of them as i never asked either but they both persisted in telling me that they were coming whether i liked it or not. i guess i'm actually quite lucky when it comes down to it.
so yes. i'll try and make as many mental notes as possible about both appointments so i can give a sort of compare and contrast account of my day, as this is really a perfect opportunity to evaluate the level of care both give. hah. i feel so greedy!
alex