So I did finally start T as I'd mentioned. That same night, our dog died. Well, not even a week after that my mom lost her job and we lost our health insurance (and, of course, despite my best efforts I've been unable to secure one for myself the past five years. It just cannot be done. Too many damn people, too few jobs. No experience. Its BS). So my ability to continue my T is a huge question mark. Its not the cost of the T itself that is the problem, no... its the labs. The hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of labs it takes (since, of course, my dose hadn't been figured out yet before we lost the insurance. I didn't even have enough time to get my first labs to know exactly what is going on with the T and that's dangerous I know - but that didn't stop my Endo prescribing me three months of my T before it was cut off so I'd at LEAST have that long, regardless).
To make matters worse, the T was NOT only just helping me because of this trans thing. It was helping me with my Hyperinsulinemia - for the first time in a very long time, I felt healthy and wasn't feeling 'general malaise' all of the damn time. Had energy, wasn't getting hypoglycemic and just all around feeling like **** (put it this way, my Endo was SHOCKED when he saw that my blood-insulin level came back as 24 when its supposed to be 4. He was even more floored that my C-Peptide was normal, which is not supposed to be with insulin levels that high, at all. Just like me, its an enigma. It used to coast at 16, and now we're at 24 and even higher than that, I'm sure. He said that is ATROCIOUS and he had no answers other than to state the T would treat it, a proverbial "win-win". And it did. But now, that's being threatened too).
What next? I have no idea. All I know is I'd rather just die than have to stop. If this were just a matter of the trans crap to deal with, I could shove myself back into the farthest recesses of my mind and disassociate like I always did before until things panned out again (maybe?). But what I absolutely cannot deal with is going back to feeling sickly all of the time again. The T was the only thing that was helping that problem because it doesn't respond to the "traditional" treatment of "lifestyle change" BS. Tried it, it simply doesn't do anything. They're freaking lying through their teeth saying you can fix it by eating that way and exercising. Been there, done it. Does absolutely nothing. Not even stopping eating for a week will lower my insulin production. Just broken...
So I just don't know what in the hell to do now about this. This has been a true sucker-punch straight to my gut. And its made me really realize that it is going to be like this for the rest of my life... that my manhood (and, as the bigots would put it, my treatment for 'legitimate' medical issues) can be so very easily taken away from me and from absolutely beyond my control. And I hate that. I have never felt this insecure before and I really, really, really do not like that feeling.
Anyone else? Its just like something is out to kick me in the teeth lately. Every time, and I do mean EVERY TIME, I glean some modicrum of happiness or hell, even just contentment in my life... something IMMEDIATELY has got to come along and knock me back down to below ground-level. Its really pissing me off. Nothing ever works out. Never.
But there I go, whining. I'm going to stop now because I really don't like all that touchy-feely tripe... sorry, 'old-fashioned'... just had to get that off of my chest. Apparently that's supposed to help? Well, whatever. We'll see.
I'll just say that its really a good thing that liqueur is so damn expensive these days and because I'd probably resort to it for a good while. Damn, though. Not only is this supposedly "just fine" economic situation costing people their jobs and all amenities that provides, but now you can't even afford to effing drink anymore to lick the wounds. That is just messed up, now isn't it?