We interrupt this program...

...to bring you a special bulletin.

I had a blog post written about the session with my therapist yesterday. About how she gave me good advice about lasting through the wait until I got an appointment with the psychiatrists who do surgical assessments for the province. About how if I wanted not to be depressed, I should also start getting more sleep and exercise. It was all done, just mellowing a bit before I posted it.

Well, it really was a good and useful visit, and I love to see my therapist anyway. And the advice is still good. It's just that I seem not to have quite as much time to wait as I was first warned I would.

Today, while I was DJing in Second Life, an email message arrived. An email! Not exactly the most reliable means of communication, especially with spam filters. But I fished it out of the junk mail folder where all mail from people I don't know goes automatically. The Goddess must have been watching over me.

The message said that I have an appointment with the assessing psychiatrists on Thursday, July 30. I was stunned. I started crying and hyperventilating. Then I got a grip on myself and put the appointment into my Outlook calendar, marked "Important." I wish I could mark it "Double Plus Important"! There is no way I'm going to miss this.

Now that I know this date, it even means that if I wanted to take a chance with a thousand dollar deposit, I could book a surgery date. I think the wait time for genital surgery at the Centre Métropolitain de Chirurgie Plastique is a good two or three months. Once the psychiatrists do their evaluation, I don't think the provincial approval board will take that much time. So maybe, just maybe, I could actually book the procedure before the end of the year. And who knows, maybe even be lying on a beach in Maui next spring.

I'm breathing normally again. I'm not going to do anything rash. But man, this is just awesome. OK, now you can all beat on me for whining so much. I deserve it. But I'll be grinning the whole time.