I should be done posting about what happened at Social Security. It happened, it wasn't much different than I expected, life goes on. In fact, I should be asleep - it's gone one, and I have to be up at seven to call the doctor and talk to a friend. But I'm still really upset, and I can't stop thinking about it.

( Warning: contains explicit reference to genital surgery that some may find offensive or triggering )

( Cut because it's really just me whinging and ranting. )