I started these socks over the weekend knowing I had several appointments this week. I use a medical ride company, Logisticare, and often spend quite a while in transit (since we have to pick up other patients) or waiting for my ride, and I see no point in wasting that time when I could be working on socks or a simple shawl.
Most of the increasing was done on Monday, and yesterday I did about half an inch. I knit a bit faster when I’m nervous, even when I’m being careful of my gauge. The last socks I took off the needles are just a titch tighter than I’d prefer.
Have I mentioned that only about six months ago did Maine decide to let MaineCare/Medicaid patients get transition services? And no one really even knows what that means. So far, HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) has been going through without issue from a pretty firm set of providers (I’m going to Planned Parenthood, who seems to be the ones covering my area) and sometimes even surgery has been approved.
It took a little bit to get my appointment, because they were moving their office, but I did finally go in yesterday. Because of my ‘interesting/complicated’ medical history, the doctor I saw there has to send my paperwork (and the records they obtain from my PCP) to the medical director. My most recent blood draw should be within tolerance (that is, they shouldn’t have to take more, even though that wouldn’t bother me). Sometime within the next two weeks, they’ll let me know if it’s safe for me to go on testosterone—they work on a medical basis only—but they also always work towards a yes.
I had told them going in that my two biggest concerns were 1) would MaineCare cover it, and 2) would my vEDS be too much of a barrier. They were not worried about MaineCare at all, and are not overly worried about the vEDS.
I have socks to work on, a shawl that’s calling my name, my knitting machine wants me to play with it (I keep telling it I don’t have weights yet, but it’s impatient), and Sally just wants me to stay on the couch and cuddle her on this very, very rainy day. I had the hardest time even getting her out the door—I’m not sure she actually did anything while we were out there, but I tried!
For now I think I’ll just have another cup of tea.
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(Why? Ridiculous electric bill courtesy of CMP, who finally hooked up my service, 6 months later. Their fault, my responsibility!)