Rough Night

There was a funny atmosphere last night; I asked husband what was up, but he didn’t want to talk. I went to bed feeling anxious and insecure. I should have taken a beta blocker because they deal with the physical symptoms of anxiety such as elevated pulse and rapid breathing, but I didn’t think of that until this morning. I couldn’t take a sleeper because I wanted to get up to go to the gym – that didn’t happen.

I struggled to relax in bed. Husband was sniffing (he has a slight cold – there’s the clue), so I offered to get him the olbas oil, but he didn’t want it. His sniffing wasn’t what was keeping me awake anyway. I could not get to a comfortable temperature and spent parts of the night with the duvet off and some parts curled into a tiny ball under the duvet to keep warm. In the light of day I remember the blanket was on the dresser next to the bed and that I slept much better when having flushes under the blanket.

I have woken up with a migraine. It did clear after a couple of sumotriptans.

And the reason why the husband felt so remote and grumpy last night? He has a cold and slept very badly himself. Seems that it’s not always about me, fancy that!

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Referral Resent!

I’ve received an email from the doctor: my referral has been resent! Hurrah!

I should hear from endocrinology by the 10th June. That’s 56 days – eight weeks – nearly two months.

And now I am worried what the referral says: have they made it clear that I have also been rejected by the Gender Identity Clinic? Stressed! At least it’s done. I’ll ask the doctor what they said when I see them on Thursday.

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Random observation

As I got older, I’ve increasingly had hairs growing in my ears. I sit and watch telly and pull them out absent mindedly with my fingers. I swear they are getting smaller and less wiry! Have I found another edge-case advantage of not having testosterone?!