Yesterday I mostly spent with a migraine and taking with my husband. This was a two way conversion, rather than being talked at. He’s still not in a good place.

He went to bed early, so I took the opportunity to create a page on the blog where you can read the blog entries for the Mexico castration trip in order (ie from start to finish, rather than the default of latest first); you can read it here: https://eunuchcorn.wordpress.com/mexico-transgender-centre/

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I think the migraines are too do with testosterone withdrawal. Hopefully the doctor will make a referral to endocrinology today.

I thought to chase the gender identity clinic to see where my referral was. They are currently offering first appointments to people accepted onto the waiting list on December 2018. That’s a six year wait (if you read this post earlier today, you would have read “eight” because me head hurts and I couldn’t do basic maths). So I’m an completely reliant on my GP. Oh dear. She has sent the referral and has included the word “urgent”, so she’s done all that she can. I have asked a friend for a link to the company that provides his testosterone in case I can’t get it sorted. I’m being warned by another friend that I run the risk of increased emotional instability if I don’t get some T. That would be in top of the migraines I have been getting.

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Back to work today. It was a struggle getting up this morning after a bad night’s sleep and having a migraine. I eventually got up at 07:30, which left me only 30 minutes to get a coffee, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, shower, and change my dressing. It’s looking nice and clean down there, and it is getting easier to soap up as it’s slowly getting less tender (it is still very sore to the touch). I got a slightly better dressing on today; however I’ve bought some gauze rather than “wound dressing” because the hardess of my that dressing is uncomfortable.

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More talking with my husband tonight; it’s hard work. He’s not in a great place, I’m tired and still a little headachey (go and take a pill then you idiot!), but it’s going ok. Much of what he says makes sense, even though his mind is darting so over the place and he is very emotional. Feeling tired makes it hard to follow, but I’m doing my best. I guess I’m still hopeful that we will work out out… one day.