There is hope. Just not a lot of it!
I just got done with a call to the clinic i’m in contact with (About my trans issues). A very sobby call. How come? Why am i so sad?
Last month, after i was done with that meeting with my doctor, i thought i made sure that later April would be the next time. And since i didn’t write the date down on my phone, i guess that i must have assumed that they would be sending a letter with the next time on it. I say “i guess” because i don’t know. My memory of a week back is hazy, let alone a month back. And i really hate having to do this, but i’m gonna blame my mental illness for once! For those who don’t know, anxiety has a lot of horrible side effects. One of which being that your memory starts sucking.
You know what? I suck! The only one losing on this is me, and the only one who cares about these excuses is me.
The person i talked to was a secretary (Or something of that effect) who would relay my message to my doctors. Last time, they gave me a warning that one more missed time would lead to the cancellation of the whole process. So that is what i’m expecting. I don’t know if they’ll reconsider or not. Honestly, i don’t think they will! Why would they? I’m a mess! Maybe it would be better if i stopped pestering people with my problems all together, and take matters in my own hands.
Whatever. I don’t know what the point of this post was. I just wanted to vent a little i suppose.