I’m still feeling a bit sore this morning. The blind boil hasn’t grown, but neither does it look like it’s shrunk. It is tiny, maybe only a few millimeters across. The while scar feels a little tender. I have done the usual routine of wound spray, lavender ointment, and antiseptic cream. I may text the Mexico doctor (nice Dr Rebolloso) if this continues.

I’ve been wearing the compression pants all day, pulled up high (sexy, eh?), and that seems to help with the groin ache.

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I woke up with a headache this morning. Neither my husband nor I slept that well; he got to say about half-three this morning. We’d been talking last night and I don’t think either of us were really in a great space. I certainly wasn’t! I’m not sure that I really hard what he was saying, so I’m going to have to return to the conversation.

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The doctor’s was pretty much as expected but also disappointing. She cannot prescribe testosterone because she is neither qualified nor experienced enough for it.

She confirmed that they Gender Identity Clinic had actually rejected my referral because they just don’t recognise Eunuch as a gender, that was the document that I could not open, however she resubmitted the referral and sometime in 2029 I should get my first appointment.

She had sent them two urgent chasers to endocrinology. She says that they work in their own time and I’m not currently likely to be regarded as a priority. She agreed with me when I suggested that I call them in Monday to see what’s going on. If I don’t get anywhere with them on Monday, then I will ask the health watchdog to get involved.

The doctor has also suggested that I consider going private to obtain some testosterone; she doesn’t think it would jeopardize my endocrinology referral.

There’s nothing to be done until Monday, so I have some time to plan my next move!

Given that the Gender Identity Clinic initially rejected me and would take five years to even offer me a first appointment. Also given that the Endocrinology Department initially rejected me before my operation on the grounds that I was asking for an “inappropriate service” because at that time I still had testicles. Unless one of blessed Edith a GP who is either qualified or experienced enough to prescribe hormones. It seems that what I have been told so along is correct:

The only course of action available to people like me in the UK is to have one’s testicles removed and then struggle to obtain hormone treatment after the fact.