Well, a full month and no lab results and no one seems to question it but me. I have done so much blood work over the years with other conditions and I have never, ever had lab results take longer than a few days including the physician's office calling me to inform me of results. I shot off another e-mail to my doctor to keep the fire lit, and hopefully get the info on which labs she is still missing so I can harass the hospital lab. At this point, there seems zero chance it's not just lost in the system. Figures. It's also making me question my choice in doctors a little bit, as I feel like I'd want a bit more action in getting this resolved. But maybe I'm being unfair, and she's seen the labs take this long a million times.
Meanwhile, I am just getting more depressed. Fundamentally, truly depressed in a way I have not been in months if not years since grieving my mother's death. The old numbness is creeping over me, and I'm fighting very hard to not give into it and say screw the entire thing and going back to how I was before. I'm having to really force myself to even post this. Distraction doesn't work, because I just get lost in whatever I'm doing and the numbness gets worse. That's the problem with my form of depression, I want to feel sad but I can't. If I could feel the way I know I feel, it's a reminder that things matter. This is how I survived for decades, making everything just go away.
I'm falling back into too many old habits and letting go of new (healthier) ones. My diet is shot to hell, I haven't been exercising, I've been "forgetting" to take medicines... hell, I'm not even brushing my teeth enough.
On top of it all, my Dad's classic obliviousness is sabotaging me hardcore in a lot of ways. He made a big deal about me using one of his cars after getting my license, but it feels like he has gone out of his way to not have it available. And I'm not talking about him driving it, but playing car tag by leaving it out a property of his an hour away. And everytime I say something and he brings it back without stranding himself(gets a ride out there), he does it again the next freaking day. (Drives out there in the car, someone else meets him there and he rides back with them, leaving the car there.) I have literally not driven once since getting my license. Then there is the whole not dealing with me telling my sister issue that is just really getting to me more and more. He's legitimately busy right now, I get that (swamped preparing his aforementioned property for a work party followed by guests staying there for a few weeks on top of working), but I'm just sitting here suffering in quiet in the meanwhile.
In the scheme of things, these are minor issues that I hate complaining about, I know so many people have so much worse and I am lucky in so many ways. I hate complaining in general anyway.
I want to say that I hate or that I'm scared of the way I'm feeling, but the truth is that's the problem to begin with, I don't feel much of anything. I wish I could feel that hate or fear. I've said before, one of the biggest things I am hopeful for with HRT, and one of my truest cases of dysphoria, is that I want to be able to more readily access my emotions that I know are there, just buffered under that layer of pure protective numbness. Even posting this was entirely intellectual, because I'm not feeling a drive to vent or anything of that sort, I just intellectually know that I should (and hope maybe it will jar something loose in the process).