Return To The Gender Clinic

On Friday it was my second visit to Charing Cross gender clinic and well it wasn’t exactly great. 

You see many red flags have been brought up , the Dr was am insufferable cunt to say the least and will probably now label me as a problem patient. I’m not stating who it was (cough Davis) but if you tell me that it takes only one or two months to get a response from them whilst they have my notes that took 6 and a half months for me to get, I’m going to call out your bullshit. Also he acted as if I didn’t know anything and I told him to stop fucking lying to me, kai and I have to pick up the bullshit pieces this clinic gives AFAB people on a monthly basis, so yes we know how bad your admin and note taking really is. I don’t think he likes me much. 

Also he failed to read ANY of my notes stating that this was literally just a second signature for lower surgery as I already had 3 go aheads from other Drs , gender specialists and psychiatrists and what had failed me was NHS funding. He was sure that I didn’t know what I was talking about till my partner also stepped in and said exactly what I had told him and to look at my notes. 

He was going on and in about my father and step father, as well as my families history with mental health. He actually wanted to know very little about me and only brought up my actual transition in the last ten minuits. He didn’t know why I hadn’t been contacted by the surgery team and would chase them up asap.

We decided to pop into the surgery teams place of work (since they were round the corner) and guess what. THEY NEVER GOT THE FUCKING REFERRAL. That’s right, they never received it. Well they did, maybe but it had the wrong surgeons name on it, so it was fucking bounced back.  I could have already had my fucking top surgery already but because the team is now run by Kate and not Allison they just didn’t give them the notes. It had Kate’s surname on it though, and still they didn’t think it was for her!! The only records they had was the last surgery consultation I had. 

So we ran down back to the clinic and told Davis to send the referral to Kate and not Alison. Considering they had her surname right they might have actually cross checked first who was running the surgery team now. He did his “urgh umm OK” which he did for the whole hour of my appointment. Again he said he would get right on it. Pigs fucking fly though. 

However I’m getting another lower surgery consultation and I’ve said I don’t want the same Dr seeing me, as 10 minuits wasn’t an adequate time for a life changing surgery. However its probably not going to be another 9 months because, well you know the admin issues

The long story short. I would have had top surgery already of it wasn’t for a forename typo. 

By the way. If you tried calling the clinic between 1 and 4 pm, we didn’t hear the phone once. So if you didn’t get through, they turned off the phones again.

Also my next appointment is next year

In August. 

10 months time. 

Tits And The City

Friday (19th February) was the day for my VERY FIRST Charing Cross appointment in London. I had spoken previously about my transition, my journey, and how it fucked up at the last hurdle because I was thrown between two different funding bodies and neither wanted to pay up. I had gone through 2 years with one system, only to wait another 18 months so start another path way. And here it is. The big day.
First things first, have you ever tried to get a fucking train on a Friday, during half term holiday. I tend to avoid anything close to a commute during this time, but it was unavoidable.
No seating.
No fucking seating.
Downside of no seating. My joints lock up and I am stiff as hell until we can finally get a seat in priority seating, you know the place where people who are unable to stand, are allowed to sit. A family, is NOT priority. A group of loud teens on their way to party is NOT priority, unless of course you are entitled to sit there and in which case I’m sorry. I know what that’s like for people to assume you don’t need assistance because you look too young to have arthritis.
Plus side of no seating. Adorable child was fascinated with my hair, they started complimenting it in French and tried to grab me. Their parent was apologetic and said that they really loved my hair. I don’t know what it is, but kids have been all over me lately since I moved to sea blue hair.

Eventually we managed to get seating, which was a huge relief to my body. We were sat near a what could be described as the mist stuck up middle class family ever. I wouldn’t even call them out but when a homeless person came on the train and was trying to get money, they talked about her like shit. Like she was just an object with no feelings or emotions. It made me feel sick.
Other delightful family conversations included a joke about trans people. That there was a difference between male and female hair (it was the length apparently) and questioning why there would be airplanes at Gatwick Airport. Yes people, why would there be airplanes at an airport?! Gatwick is also in Southampton also.

Eventually we managed to get off the train and navigate ourselves round the underground, and on or way to a tube that took us to Barons Court. It was a closer stop to the hospital then the stop at Hammersmith. Also for travellers out there. Charing Cross tube station is no where near Charing Cross hospital. I haven’t made this mistake luckily, but I’m just alerting others.
We managed to get there early (for the safety of trans people I will never give the location of the gender clinic) and decided to grab lunch. During this time I made friends with a pigeon which I named Dave. I think it speaks volumes on a persons sanity that whilst they are chowing down on a sandwich they give a random bird a back story. As promised Dave here is your mention, you can run and tell your friends how famous you are.

We got back to the clinic and I was seen pretty quickly. I think I have a man crush on Dr. Lorimer. I had planned my blog post to be about how awful it was, and how badly I was treated as a queer trans person. But it was the fucking opposite.
He was one of the politest, kindest, hilarious doctors I have ever come across. From the moment I had stepped into his office my case had already been dealt with and everything I needed to discuss with him was just a formality. Questions were asked, and laughs were had.
So with a full heart I’m happy to announce, I’m officially signed off for top surgery. Surgeons are being contacted as you read this, and the first one to contact me out of my 3 choices is going to be the person who takes my tits off. I have been blessed that because of how I had been treated previously, and a plus side of me being in pain all the time now, is that its an urgent requirement that they are removed.

Because we had time spare, we decided to go to the British museum. It was interesting to be there.
Before anyone asks, no I didn’t donate money to go see it. Whilst they are beautiful artifacts that should be viewed, I still believe you shouldn’t give money to crime. Yes I said it. Britain fucking stole most of it, its even labeled on some of the artifacts. A part of me believes that if they gave Greece all their historical artifacts back they might not be in debt.

Eventually we headed home after a long day. Honestly it went so much better then I expected it to be. Things are finally starting to look up for me and eventually the two huge burdens that are in my life, will be gone soon. Till then, I have all the waiting to do, and I will be keeping everyone updated.

Transition Update And A Few Notes

I’m going to start with the few notes.
I’m not wasting my breath on the events on Tuesday, whilst I know venting my frustration was the sole reason why I created this blog in the first place, I do not need to get into something just yet. Let’s just say that it was inappropriate, and it will be dealt with in the correct manner. So I’m going to allow spongebob yet again to convey my frustration over this.

Now however for the fun part. I FINALLY GOT MY LETTER THROUGH FROM CHARING CROSS!!!!!
Finally after years of bullshit, Dr battles, getting hormones through an alternative route, and a funding rejection after seeing a surgeon. I can finally deal with the slow process of waiting to see when they will sign me off for top surgery!
The date of the appointment is on the 19th February, and of course I will post about how it went.
Finally there is some good things starting to happen.

Sorry for the short post, but this is just an update on what’s happening at the moment. More posts will follow, once I have cleared my thoughts.