Monday I had horrible horrible period pain. I had more pain on Tuesday. My abject misery surrounding my period (which is only occasionally this painful), prompted me to make a call to the local Family Practice and make an appointment. I’d heard good things about the practice, and so hoped that I would see a doctor of decent quality.

I was not disappointed.

I now have a GP who is willing to support my decision, and help in whatever capacity he is able. He is also the head of the practice, and said that I will be treated with respect by all the Doctors at the practice, so if he is not available, and I need something urgent I can go with all confidence to any doctor there.

He also wrote a referral to a gynecologist who I will see in June. I think that this means I need to get private health insurance. All this is going to cost me a mint. Every doctors appointment is $70 for the GP, and hundreds for the specialists. A friend of mine is going to give me the name of his shrink in Sydney if he’s any good. That just leaves me finding a plastic surgeon, and an endocrinologist.

I am in fact in an absolute tizzy of excitement.

I should figure out how to tell my mother, and other Significant Persons from my past. I should also start figuring out what to do with work. I’ve hit that point of readiness. Things have fallen into place. I know that I am ready, deep inside.