Off...to see the Doc.

 

JJ Hart, back row on left. Girl's night out. 

This is going to be a short post this morning because I have a virtual Veterans’ Administration appointment this morning with the person who checks in and monitors my depression and anxiety medications every three months.

Every time I need to check in, my anxiety goes up because I think this could be the last visit I have with my long-time host Regina. I am afraid of VA cuts by the orange menace in Washington who is trying to get our country into WWIII just because of his involvement in the Epstein files.

Getting back to Regina, she has been with me for years and understands the fact that I am transgender, and more importunately, it has nothing to do with my depression issues, or anxiety for that matter.  She is very careful not to misgender me.

Perhaps, more importantly to me, is my endocrinologist visit which is coming up in approximately a month. The problem is that I am running low on my Estradiol and will need another set of refills. When I talk to her, I am considering asking about switching from the patches I have been on for years to injections because the last time I had my blood work done, my estrogen level was so low. I will have to see what she thinks. Then, there is the fact that the VA keeps making noise about doing away with all HRT therapy in the future, which compounds my problem.

Past that my rescheduled mammogram is in the latter part of April and of course that is in person. I would never say that having a mammogram is enjoyable, but I will say that it is a rite of passage into womanhood for me and always has been.

I guess, multiple medical appointments are part of getting old and I should just accept them for what they are, a chance to stay healthy. Plus, I am fortunate that the VA is going to more and more virtual visits which saves me the time and money to drive to appointments. I must take the good with the bad and not risk being misgendered in the waiting room every time I go. Or at least not being glared at, which sometimes is just as bad.

Now I must get ready for my appointment with Regina, I just hope she is still there.