So, with over a week of messing about, calling the Dr's to get an appointment and being told that there were no more available that day, try again tomorrow, I finally managed to get one. I had to get myself to the Drs which is about a 30 minute walk and get on their system so I can pre-book it via the net. I have been with the surgery since I was just a bump in my mothers tummy, 48 years plus.
When I logged into the system and hit the book appointment button, I saw they only had 2 free between now and the 9th November. Now usually I procrastinate and pick the latter of the options. But not this time. I picked the free date which is 2 days from now.
You see, I have put off telling a GP how I have felt for 32 years and don't feel I can waste any more time. I am 48 and the clock is counting down. This appointment is only to ask if they can refer me to a Gender Therapist, for which the wait in the UK can be well over 1 year via the NHS.
The strange thing is, right now as I sit here typing this, I feel content with myself, the male me, not the female that I feel is inside screaming "let me out". Odd huh.
