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Last lecture in microbiology today.. examinations on Friday next week 😱
I got pajama pants with kisses on them 😍😘💋
Weekends, coffee and cats 😜 guess I’d like to exchange cats against more coffee 😉😍
So things are getting serious now. Three weeks till surgery, I’m almost off of ocd meds and will take my hormones until end of the week… cutting off ocd medication is weird. It gets more and more difficult to me to distinguish between reality and imagination. I called a friend and asked them if I got shot in the stomach a few years ago. I remember that shooting so vividly and was super surprised because I couldn’t find the scars on my belly anymore 😱 I also told a friend a weird story about what I experienced a few days ago only to notice later that it was just a dream. I feel so bad because of stuff like that. I feel like I’m just talking bullshit all the time but I somehow believe most of it to be true. I’m wondering what of the stuff I remember actually happened 😔😳
I’m very scared of cutting off my blockers. I’m somehow scared that the testosterone rushing back in gives me a pretty bad time and even more that I experience another puberty vocal change and my voice gets even deeper or that my larynx starts growing and becomes visible or some shit.
I’m also having nightmares every night.. The surgeon gets shot, the hospital burns down, my car explodes while traveling to the hospital and stuff like that.
Guess I’ll have some pretty shitty three weeks ahead of me 😔
