That's so crazy that they have that there after all this time. My birth certificate is the last remaining evidence of my old name.
I'm the same way with unexpected surprises too, I like everything to be planned out in advance. My anxiety has gotten way waaaay better over the years but this sort of thing brings a lot of it back

As it turns out, 90% of my worries have been all for nothing - it was requested I be put on a male ward in a generic recovery area. The nursing staff decided having me in a private room on the gyno ward (which by nature is female) would make more sense. I'm 100% ok with this, private room, thank god for that. *huge sigh of relief*
I had to give a urine sample and there were massive signs plastered everywhere saying "these toilets are for female patients only" and the nurse said "ignore those, we'll make an exception for you"

hopefully this is a good sign for things to come and I won't have to constantly explain my situation.
The nurse I saw recommended I take 6 weeks off uni (she actually implied I shouldn't go at all, she assumed at first I hadn't applied yet, not that I'd be going into my final year) ... she gave me a sort of chart that has the number of weeks on it and the types of activities I can and can't do. It's way more cautious than I planed on being which worries me. I simply can't take 6 weeks off Uni, I will fail. I was thinking more like 2 weeks, and then going in and seeing how I felt. I refuse to go back if I'm still bleeding even slightly, not happening. I figured I would be good after 2 weeks.