It’s been a while, and for that I apologise. I’ve been laid up the past month because (get this) of a cat bite!
No, seriously.
A cat bite.
Mind you, I’d been bitten before; occupational hazard of being a groomer for a number of years, and working in rescue. But this one took the cake.
Before everyone starts in with the “asshole cat” comments, I would like to point out that it was one of my fosters, and he was about to get eaten by four, very large, idiot dogs, so it really wasn’t his fault.
Because of the bite I won three surgeries, a week in the hospital, take-home IV antibiotics, a finger that doesn’t work, and months of physical therapy to try and convince said finger to work. Go me! It did, however, let me experience being trans* in a healthcare setting NOT my PCP.
I’ll admit, I was nervous. Luckily, because my name change happened early on, there were no slips there. I was concerned about mis-gendering and such once people realized I had breasts and a vagina. Maybe my doctors and nurses were especially awesome, or maybe the hospital itself made sure their staff was well educated. Maybe getting my name changed early was the best thing I could have done. Or maybe being trans* in a hospital setting really isn’t as bad as some people make it out to be.
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