Two days, up and an up and a meh...

Hey there all,

Yesterday, Friday 11th September 2009, approx 4.20pm.

I walk into the doctors surgery, that is, Lilith does.

The receptionist: big help, sends a note through to the doctor to use the short variation of my birth name when he calls me in. There's an elderly couple of which the woman can't help herself but stare, I smile back and hope she stops, I'm nervous enough, but feeling good.

The doctor calls me through, and reacts very positively when I enter. We talk, I get a few things off my chest, things that are pressuring me as well as sharing some of the good times I've had with him too.

I talk to him about getting referred to the GIC. It doesn't surprise me that he has no idea he can refer me there directly himself, but he is more than happy to approach them and refer me there if they let him.

I am very happy with this development. I go on to talk about name changes and things, which he will need me to get done officially before he will change my details on the database. This doesn't really surprise me, but he does at least change my 'calling name' to “Miss Wright”. I am thinking that by the next time I see him I might have completed that process, but might not have.

Aside from the general fear that I seem to be breezing through (maybe it's my confidence or something) I'm feeling pretty good about it all.

Today, Saturday 12th September, approx 3pm.

I've met up with Isabelle and her partner Catherine (not sure how she prefers it spelt,) as well as with a couple of other girls that I've never met before, and my house mate came too. We had tea together in a nice tea shop in the middle of town.

I'd been for a wander through a few shops too, and seemed not to get too much attention at all. Occasionally someone would catch my eye and smile, most likely in response to the smile I usually sport when out and about.

I totally forgot to post a letter I needed to, but it can wait until Monday morning hopefully, or I might need to beg a fiver from someone to do all the calling about that I did a couple of weeks ago to make sure I get some money. I do not like walking this close to the edge, I need a job, or someone rich to send me a few hundred quid regularly... (maybe I could put a 'donate' button on here, but why would people donate? Because I'm awesome? Psh... not likely.)

Today, Saturday 12th September, approx 6.30pm.

I get home and stop by the Chinese practically on my doorstep for some chips.

There are some things I do, that in theory seem absolutely fine, in practice are just... well... risky.

I got away with it this time anyway. A few drunk kids came in after me. I ended up chatting and trying to give excuse for what I was doing dressed as I was. I refused to let them make me feel bad about myself got my chips and vanished. I wondered if they would have understood if I'd have tried to tell them the real reasons (like I have the clearest grasp of them myself).

It was a little irritating, as the girl behind the counter and myself have built up a rapport over the times I've been in. I would have liked to have talked to her, but the kids did not really give me chance to. I am a little worried now about going out here, especially as one of them decided she wanted a picture of me...

It all really adds to my desire to GTFO of here and move somewhere nicer within the city.

I'm feeling good, but I'm feeling knackered. Will probably spend the next two days sitting around doing not-much.

That's enough for now...