Hey guys,
Today I was going to get my prescription of T. Well I did get it but it sure was a hassle to get it. So, I gave the pharmacist the prescriptions (one for the T, the other for the syringes/needles), and he said it'd be ready in about half an hour. Well, an hour later, I finally got what I thought was my prescription. Paid for it, and was surprised at how cheap it was because I've heard T can be pretty expensive. I asked the cashier three times if she was sure that was the right price, and she said it was. Went home, opened the box, and the smaller box (which I had assumed contained the T), and guess what? I waited an hour, just to get needles and syringes! No T! Man, I was furious!! So I ran back to the store (literally; I don't have a car), and yelled at the cashier (shouldn't have, but, meh, I have a temper!), told her it was just ridiculous that I had to wait an hour and I didn't even get my medication. She got the pharmacist to fill the prescription, which he began to but then he said there was a problem. The problem was, my endo had had his nurse write out the script and use the stamp with his signature, instead of signing it himself, and because T is a "controlled substance", that wasn't going to fly. Well, I yelled at the pharmacist (me and my temper!) and said there's just no way, I won't accept that, I went all the way to *city far from where I live* just to get the f***ing script! He said, "Ma'am, calm down. Ma'am!--" and I said "It's not ma'am, it's sir! It's sir, ok? I'm a pre-op transsexual, and it's SIR!" and he immediately apologized, and used the word "sir" three times in one sentence as he said he'd make an exception and get approval from the doctor in the morning, I could have my T now (endo's office was already closed so he couldn't call today). I was shaking like a leaf, but I think I felt more like a man then than ever before. I'm generally a shy, don't-rock-the-boat type of person, so it felt good to stand up for myself for once (even if I did overdo it and use the F word). I got my T, and even got a small discount to compensate for having to wait so long and then come back just to get it. I was definitely impressed with the way the pharmacist behaved, during the whole thing he treated me more respectfully than pretty much anyone ever has.
So now I'm at my apartment, staring at my little bottle of T--and the 18-gauge needle--and daring myself to just hurry up and inject it, already. I used to be terrified of needles, I'm not anymore but I still flinch a little anytime I get an injection. Man, I'm nervous! I know I can't mess it up too badly, no matter what I do, and I have watched injections being done hundreds of times (used to work for a doctor). But I'm still nervous. I guess the main thing is, I don't want to get part-way done with it and then wimp out! Haha that would suck so much. I'll probably be fine, have nothing to worry about, but, ya know, it's my first-ever T injection and I'm so excited and so nervous all at the same time.
Anyway, just figured I'd share that story with you guys. And, I just noticed, it's the only time anyone's called me "sir," and I wasn't even binding lol. Pretty awesome eh?
