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I have seen another doctor, and it feels much like I imagine seeing the sun was for Persephone after digesting her pomegranate seeds. The general consensus is that I seem to be in good health, should excercise more and probably have something called reactive hypoglaecemia (which, it turns out, I've been treating properly since like forever). I'm waiting for some tests to be run, and have to go back in for an EKG next week (heart disease runs in my family, but so does being overweight and eating traditional southern food, so...), but I'm heartened, and many if not all of my worries and fears have been laid to rest.

I tend to get overly articulate when I'm nervous, and doctors make me very nervous. A couple of times my doctor caught herself laughing at my word choice, and it was a calming, endearing sort of slip of the cool doctor facade. It felt kind of funny/bad to say, "I'm transgendered"; even though it was a predecided, prepared short hand, the insufficiencies and inaccuracies of that rankled. The doctor asked if I had good support for my "transformation", which didn't help, but I don't think she meant ill or meant to project. I was also informed that I needed to start monthly breast exams, beginning today.

It is always a little disconcerting to be handled in certain ways when the other person is still fully clothed, with no expectation of skin exposure equity. Not that I'm saying I'd mind if there were more equity (Dr. Dickens was pretty strikingly hot), but I certainly don't expect it.

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