My dad came over today. I'm still not happy with him, but we did have a serious discussion and have hopefully reached an understanding and taken steps towards changing the course of future events. I don't want to see him end up sick or dead from alcoholism, and he had a vision of that happening the other day that shook him up very badly. But I'm keeping my guard up and not getting too hopeful, because I don't want to let anyone else get hurt ever again from this, including me. This may finally be the wake-up call he needed...I hope so.
Today I went to have my blood drawn and all, wait was forever and they tried to skip us so my mom got rather upset. Meanwhile I was just in a bad mood because she pretty much loudly outed me to the entire office. I hate that, it ruins any potential for me being happy and able to communicate when I'm labeled that way. Wish I could get over it but I can't, I guess that's why I'm transitioning. Though a little thing did cheer me up not too long after.
While filling out the coding, I guess the technician misread the numbers or something. This left me with the diagnoses as follows:
-viral infection nos
-testicular hypofunction
I mean sure, that's one way to put it

Now insurance may be wondering what my testicles have to do with hypoglycemia. Or why my chart says F if I supposedly have them. We'll just have to explain if they call up confused. But oh, this is hilarious.