Six days into post-laser treatment and I fell like shit. It’ll all be worth it, right. Then I get news that my hormone levels are fluctuating through the cycle and she wants to wait to see where I’m at in three months. I have no options as this is the best healthcare I’ve been able to squeeze out of this LGBT desert. Great, something else to ruminate over: OCD-transgender-worry-overdrive. It’s twelve hours later and I think I can cope. Now, if only this hair would fall out.