Tom Waddell Center

I finally got to Tom Waddell today. It was a bit scary, finding the place and all, and once I got there I didn't understand what to do. But someone finally told me where to go and what to fill out, and I did it, and saw someone for the intake. They gave me some new needles for my testosterone and I was told since I already had a scrip, it would probably be no trouble getting it refilled through the clinic. My next appointment is the 9th November at ten in the morning. (I'm going to have to get to Civic Center by ten. Oh gods.)

It was sort of reassuring that I was kindly treated there, and compared to some other folks there I felt like I had it together really well, so I feel more confident that I'll be able to have some kind of improvement in my life. And that even if I don't, there are services for people who have it really rough. I will survive even if it gets worse.

The other day I went to my bank. Credit unions are awesome. The teller noticed when I flinched at "Ms." and corrected herself without me saying anything, and told me she would try to put a note of my name of use on the account. I felt so warm and cuddly.