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I've been off of Estradiol for a while. My prescription expired in the summer because my last Dr in Houston told me he would write it for a year, like I'd been on for the last 9 years, but only did so for 6 months and it was an electronic prescription so I didn't notice. I scrambled to find a PCP and when I did the labs showed elevated platelets which caused my new health insurance to refuse to authorize the refill until an oncologist clears me to take it again. The appointment was yesterday with the result being "we'll draw labs today and follow-up in 3 months but with less than 3% above the upper end of the range and an inflammation that explains it I don't see any reason to be worried."
Both the intake nurse and the doctor asked me "when was your breast augmentation" assuming it was omitted from my medical history despite appendectomy, multiple mole excisions and vaginoplasty being listed.
Girlfriend and I passed the 1 year mark last month. She also had to move out into her own place at the end of the year due to divorce.
Wifey and I reach 5 years together tomorrow.
Work is changing; the smallish company I contract to was bought by the largest company in the world for that field.
I did something a little festive last month over on Poquoson, Virginia - an obscure town on the Virginia Peninsula tucked in behind NASA's Langley Research Center. They do a Holiday House for kids to which Santa arrives on a fire truck and with a motorcycle escort. I decided to make the geezer glide festive for the occasion.
I took a ride up Virginia Route 10, which basically runs the south side of the James River, and decided to stop for a late lunch in RVA.
Both the intake nurse and the doctor asked me "when was your breast augmentation" assuming it was omitted from my medical history despite appendectomy, multiple mole excisions and vaginoplasty being listed.
Girlfriend and I passed the 1 year mark last month. She also had to move out into her own place at the end of the year due to divorce.
Wifey and I reach 5 years together tomorrow.
Work is changing; the smallish company I contract to was bought by the largest company in the world for that field.
I did something a little festive last month over on Poquoson, Virginia - an obscure town on the Virginia Peninsula tucked in behind NASA's Langley Research Center. They do a Holiday House for kids to which Santa arrives on a fire truck and with a motorcycle escort. I decided to make the geezer glide festive for the occasion.
I took a ride up Virginia Route 10, which basically runs the south side of the James River, and decided to stop for a late lunch in RVA.
