I crawled out of my sick bed on Wednesday (and paid for it - still post-viral) to head to London to see my shrink. After a certain amount of wriggling and questioning, he said he's happy to support me, and would write to my GP to prescribe estradiol, androcur and dutasteride.
Today, I got a copy of the letter he sent to my GP. This is a big deal not just because he's asking her to prescribe all the above (so I should get my prescription on Monday!) but also because unlike in the last letter he wrote to her 2 months ago, in this one he refers to me all the way through as "she, her". This has never happened to me before, and I'm all stirred up by it

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All ashore who's going ashore, I'm starting my journey home now.
Interesting to see how now, all my fears start to surface - and they're all about how others might treat me - and they're not very strong. I need to listen to them, but they're passengers, not crew.
And yes, I wish it was today! But maybe it's good to have a weekend to absorb this, and to recover a bit more from being ill before I start introducing new biochemistry into the mix!