Today was certainly not short on excitement. I got into the lab early and was dressed quite nicely (IMHO) in my satiny pants, jacket and breast forms. I put on a vinylidene synthesis and headed into town for my wax at 11:45 am. Unfortunately Penny had written down 11:45 am when the appointment was actually for 11:15 am. Suffice to say this was quite annoying and back to the lab I went.
I fiddled about at the lab for a while and then headed back over for my psych appointment. It went quite well, I didn't have anything particularly amazing to say, life has been busy but good. We went through my bio and touched on some of the points in there, some more painful to recall than others. But it basically confirmed what I think she thinks of me, that I'm fairly well-balanced. She said that if I needed her to write any letters of referral she would be happy to do that and that if we wanted to touch base again in 3 months or so, that would be fine.
I went back to Uni, bought Jules a card for his birthday (4/11) and went over to coffee. It was nice, just laid-back and enjoyable. Susan, Bridget, Heather, Jules W and later Lloyd. I then headed back into town for my waxing appointment which I had rescheduled for 3:45 pm. They were running late, so Rachelle (sp?) didn't start on me till nearly 4 pm, but I was out of there by about 4:20 pm.
As I went to unchain my bike it started to rain, and before I'd gotten more than 100 meters it was a down-pour. By the time I got halfway home (total distance from Civic to Uni = 2 km) I was utterly saturated! If I'd jumped into a creek I couldn't have been wetter. There wasn't much point in going back to the lab, so I came home and hung my nice but now waterlogged clothes up to dry. I used it as an excuse to shampoo my hair and after the usual eternity of drying, I napped for a while.
It's good to have my psych on-side like that, it really allays my worries about spending heaps of money on therapy. I suppose I had several things going for me. First that I presently fully as a woman. Second that I was calm and rational and I projected myself honestly, and lastly that I live in Australia where the psychiatry profession is more pragmatic then say in the U.S. or Canada.
I think it is interesting that having been on hormones for almost a year and living full-time for a few months before I had any therapy was very beneficial. Imagine a fairly masculine looking guy having to convince a therapist that he is actually a woman inside. Seeing beyond the physical presence of what a person looks like; even for someone trained to look beyond surface details, must be quite difficult.
What this all means, is that the door to surgery is now quite open. A second psychiatrist report and a simple letter of referral from my Doctor to Dr Haerscht is all it takes… oh and the necessary $20,000.