So after 4.5 hours of sleep and being up a the much illegal time of 6am, I got in to see Dr Werneke today. I'm kind of disappointed. He's one of the best in the country, but somehow I was expecting this appointment to be a little more than it was. All we did was talk about my life history and he gave me a carry letter. I don't know if he sees me as a girl or not, but they did use female pronouns, which was nice. he receptionist was friendly, albiet a little too sterile with her attitude.

I find myself really depressed after this appointment and feelings of self-mutilation are quite strong. I can't wait to have the thing gone but every time I think about surgery, I realize it's light years in the future and never actually going to get here. I'm sick of waiting, especially when this should have all been dealt with 2 years ago (I'll kill you, kevan.).

Must kep my head up and look on the bright side of things. I'm trying, dammit, but sometimes that just isn't happening. Be patient, people say. Yeah, me? Patient? That'll happen right quick.

Where is the magic? Where is the happy? WHERE'S MY SEX LIFE??????