Happened twice this year and theres an on-going one:
I had a colonoscopy in April. So everything was going great, mind you, I am in male mode - which is for me very androgynous but no one ever notices. So the anesthesiologist (a doctor) comes in. She looks at my meds (Estradiol and Spiro). She wrinkles her nose and furrows her brow. I'm laying there waiting for it; starting to freak a bit. Here it came: "You're on Spiro? But you don't have congestive heart failure...". "No I don't", I answer, "It's an anti-androgen". I'm watching the brain behind her eyes computing. Then she says "Oh, and Estradiol". "I'm transgender", I say saving her from deducing it. So we proceed to have this great conversation about being transgender. She was cool but had never had a trans patient. Teachable moment on my part. She wished me well and in a little bit gave me some propofel (maybe a little extra because we connected, who knows) - oh my god! The best and shortest trip I ever took. Good stuff. The endoscopist, however was a real cad. Never bought me dinner or even offered me a smoke afterward....
Then. I had a cataract removed in May. So now I'm ready for it. The nurse carefully goes through my meds reading them aloud like a verse in church. This place is like a drive through operating prep room. The next bed was, yes behind a curtain, but literally 5 feet away. I could hear everything over there and nurses a buzzing around in and out. She's like "Well Mr. So and so, blah blah". And then, yep, here it comes. "Estradiol!, is that right?". I lower my voice so she has to draw in a bit. "I'm Transgender", I whisper. She booms, "Oh, that's nothing to be ashamed of, dear", then, "Have you had the surgery?" I'm like... Holy ->-bleeped-<-! in my head. "No I haven't" Thinking, duh you'd know that cause you got my surgical history in your hands, idiot. But I was nice. Now luckily, the average patient age in that room had to be in the upper 70's to mid 80's range, maybe higher, so I'm not even sure anyone would get it. They probably wouldn't know what Transgender was if came up and kissed them on the lips. Cripes though, I was pretty mortified. But she shut up and went about her work and soon my senses were dulled thanks to a little fentanyl in the IV. I can say I really am not fond of that stuff.
Now the receptionist at my PCP's office is this gay dude. I get the distinct vibe that he doesn't like me. Everyone else in the office is *awesome*. The MA's, the PA's, the nurses, the check out person. They are all so cool. My doctor, who I am her first TG patient, is the best. She asks good questions, is totally respectful. But he just is very short and cool like I'm a traitor or something. Is it me? Maybe but I'm nice to him, though. He's nice to other patients. All my records are right there on his screen including my diagnostic codes. Well whatever.
So those are my close encounters of the health care kind from the land of the mother of all pre-existing conditions...