Had my usual appointment with my GP this morning. As part of local jiggery pokery the surgery has moved into a brand new custom building, all very pretty looking. Why they had to call it a “Health and Wellbeing Centre” is a bit beyond me, but who cares. Once thing thats not changed is the inability to make an appointment sooner than exactly a week in advance or the time spent sweltering in the waiting room.

I’ve had a couple of spots of blood come from my left nipple, little worrying when all you can find on the internet about that is cancer. No lumps or bumps that either of us could find but he’s referred me to a breast clinic anyway. Got a referral to the ear, nose and throat people for my snoring and sleep apnea. So far so good.

He is dropping my dose of anti-depressants (Citalopram) from 40mg to 20mg as I’m feeling generally better. It’s been almost 2 years that I’ve been on them and I don’t want to be on them any longer. Halving the dose seems a bit sharp to me, but we will see, I have lots of support.

Not so great news on the gender front, due to some technical screw up, the letter he dictated asking for an appointment with a gender specialist at charring cross hospital was eaten by his computer. He had no idea it hadn’t been sent. So thats another couple of months waiting for precisely nothing. It’s very disheartening especially with the 2 year anniversary of having ‘the talk’ and coming out to my doctor fast approaching.

*sigh*

Oh, and there is nothing wrong with my bottom!