Fuck you, anxiety.

Might call psychologist’s office tomorrow to see if there’s anything sooner than Halloween.

Can I just short cut and call my gender “Knight in Shining Armor”/“Awkward Prince Charming”/“Wannabe Dapper Swashbuckler”?

I feel like I haven’t given her a full enough picture yet of How I Gender and that is making me hella fucking anxious. Because I’m me and my GNCness doesn’t need fixing and and I am a ball of freshly mostly-shaved head anxiety.

It sucks when you’re really getting into some of the meatier part of something, and then it turns out your session time is up, because unlikeyou your psychologist has a better tuned concept of time.

And so then you’re stuck hoping you remember all the things you wanted to continue with when you have the next session, but until then you sit on your anxiety’s desire to Hulk Smash and try to convince it to calm down.

So I forgot till this morning (when my mom checked the calendar and reminded me) that my rescheduled appointment with my gp is this afternoon.

So. One fateful day has come sooner than I remembered it would. Gonna give doc the short, non-journal-post-including “why I need and want my boobs completely gone” list.

Also taking mom with because anxiety and I may or may not end up have trouble talking.

Also I expect my blood pressure and heart rate to be Interesting. Because lol.

So send me the prayers and the good vibes and good wishes.