… and then, suddenly, I’m awake at 4am. My brain has been turning things over and I find that I’m wondering about the trans group: did I miss something? Did I monopolise one person too much? Was she uncomfortable with me? Was she irritated by me? Was the discussion about hormones appropriate? Was I rude when I said that I needed to go? I think it was maybe too sudden that I had to go. She didn’t give me a hug when I was leaving. Why did I think that she should?

Bloody brain.

After sleeping through the alarm, I finally get up at half-eight. I usually start work at eight.

I have a headache.

I also have a full on rigid erection!

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Blood test was simple enough. One “scratch” (ouch) and two vials from the one puncture.

I must say that something if not considered is that I have a lifetime of regular blood tests to look forward to. I hate needles (other than the tattooist’s). Thinking about that wouldn’t have stopped me, of course, it’s just something that dawned on me today.

My next test is going to be about eight weeks after I start testosterone replacement.

I then checked with with reception people to see whether they’d had the email from endocrinology regarding my prescription. They weren’t certain because they have a backlog.

When I got back to the flat, I phoned the secretaries at the endocrinology department to see if it had been sent. I was wondering whether they were waiting on my blood test results. They weren’t: it was in their backlog.

So, when the endocrinology secretary processes my letter from her backlog, it’ll sit in the surgery’s backlog.

At least I know where it is, and I’m not in any rush really.