There was some crazy train shit, but I got there in time, and managed to turn my homework in before it was due! Also, did you know there are outlets in trains? You have to really look, but they’re there.
The doctor’s super awesome. It was really helpful because she knew a lot of stuff. Like chest surgeons. And she said I could probably get away with keyhole surgery, which would be nice. Also, she confirmed that the UC’s insurance pays for transition, and also Starbucks’. I kinda want to support Starbucks more now, but I think I support it enough already.
I mentioned about waiting to change my name on my passport until I can get my gender marker changed too, and she was all “Oh, I can do that for you right now if you want. Here, just a second.” So now I have a gender marker change letter, and also the DMV form. So, I’m gonna go to the DMV this Thursday and go do that then. The only question now is social security, cause it says specifically “sex-change surgery”. But my letter is both very very formal, and also pretty damn vague. It could be interpreted as that I got surgery. Who knows? But it definitely works for drivers license and passport.
I also called Southwest and confirmed that I can fly if my ID doesn’t match my reservation. I just need to make sure that I have all my letters, and my previous photo IDs. I mean, they just have a hole punched out of them.
I had to do some boring physical stuff, like listen to your heart and lungs and stuff. She says I have very very clean ears, and I said that it’s probably because I used q-tips too much. And then we talked about people who come into the ER with cockroaches or beetles stuck in their ear. Because cockroaches don’t know how to walk backwards. And then I got some blood drawn, so they can do bloodwork. I usually can look as they do that, just as I like to watch if I’m having small surgery done, like a biopsy or something. But when I donated blood last summer, I got so lightheaded that I couldn’t stand up. Like, my mom wheeled me out in a fuckin wheelchair. It also made it so I could carry all her stuff. But that taught me that I might shouldn’t look when I’m getting blood drawn. Oh well.
So, whenever I can get an appointment in next is when I’m starting T. Hooray!
Oh, and this is Dr. Olson at the adolescent clinic of Children’s Hospital of LA. In case any of you were wanting to go on T too and wanted a good doctor. She’s pretty badass.