Unwhining

I was feeling emotionally vulnerable today. I don't know why. Just get those days sometimes. After I finished work, I wrote a card to my mom, who had sent two "thinking of you" cards recently, and that's always a bit scary. I want to keep that tentative line of communication open, but I fear to say something wrong, as I have before. And then it was electrolysis day. I figured, that's fine, it's a good day for pain. And also for unloading a bit to my electrologist, who is kind of my rabbi sometimes. She's sweet that way. And I listen to her boy troubles in return.

So after my half hour, I get back home and slap on the ice. I had a bit more zapping on my upper lip than usual. Some weeks are like that. And then my sweetie came home. And she says, you got a letter from the Ministry of Health.

Now, I had checked the mail earlier, well after the time it usually gets delivered, and there was none. So the mail must have come really late. Sweetie always checks it in case I forgot to do so, and thus she found the letter.

It tells me that my name has been submitted to the psychiatrists who do assessments for genital surgery for the province. It also says that I should call them as soon as possible to confirm an appointment date. Yes! It's only four o'clock, so I call the office, but the message says I have to call between 9 a.m. and 2 p.m. I know what I'm going to be doing at nine tomorrow.

OK, so now I feel bad for all that whining, and for thinking my doctor might not have followed through. It was really more about not trusting the clinic personnel than not trusting my doctor, who has always taken good care of me. I feel like I should do something really nice for him. Not that he reads my blog, but still. I am so bad. And I am so happy!