you encounter a bittersweet disabled queer with a penchant for glitter, and their questionable personal experiences.
just got back from the clinic.
first visit there. things went very poorly. three hours. only one of my meds refilled. got treated like i was less than human and talked over for most of it. now waiting on three different referrals because the nupr who kept talking over me decided i'm too much trouble as a patient.
all i asked for was to get my head meds rotated, because it works...every...time...but, no, nope, she nearly goddamn committed me on the spot when i mentioned suicidal ideation. jesus. i hate dealing with medical professionals. i hate being transgender. i hate being mentally ill. i hate being physically ill. she tried to start to tell me that i'm too inherently crazy to be transgender and question the medical credentials i was prescribed my hormones under-- as if i haven't been on hormones for over a year!
now i'm stuck with another fill of the med that failed out from under me, nothing for pain, and another exhausting run-around of getting shuffled from referral to referral with the gas money and energy that i don't have. i didn't need anything complicated or fancy, and i feel like shit all over right now.



