I was up early this morning as usual but I was also in foul temper...feeling really dysphoric, don't want to do anything today but have to see my Pain management Dr who I might add is a good guy. It utrned into one of those morning where you swear gremlins exist.
Go to my appointment and it is the first time I have seen him since coming out. He starts to chat as we always do then begins to read a report From my Gynecologist(HRT) to me, mainly mumbling to himself then speaks up at the piece he wanted to read to me..(talking about me) "She says she has suffered from this chronic illness for 30 years and you as her..."(he mumbles off...returning to male pronouns)
For the first time in my life I heard myself referred to with female pronouns and I must say...I bounced out of there on cloud nine...he could have told me he was going to cut my meds off and I wouldn't have cared. I had this big stupid grin all over my face but I just couldn't help it. Foul mood evaporated, he even told me he would consider reducing my meds for me once I had been on HRT for awhile as estrogen increases pain sensitivity and he wants to see how I am coping once the hormones kick in...still smiling feeling really happy..sopmetimes its the small things that matter
Liz K
