I woke up from my nap cranky and with a sore neck, took the dog out, wiped the floors with a static cloth and made creamy spinach-ham-onion-mushroom pasta with cheese. I took a painkiller for the neck, because my hands felt weird and clunky during cooking and I kept dropping stuff so I'm probably on my way to another muscle spasm unless I get the tightness out.
It dawned on me last night why I felt so weird about my last doctor visit even though it went well. The doc was probably curious about my trans clinic appointment (she can see that it's coming up), and that's why she kept asking "is there anything else you want to talk about?" in a curious tone while smiling. Hm. I can't say I like it if I'm right about this because the doctor should understand that she's in no position to further or hinder my transitioning goals so her asking me about them is useless, and general practitioners aren't even supposed to comment on matters that have to do with a person's gender identity and gender conforming treatments... Which is probably why she kept her wording so vague. I mean I can understand that it must have been a little weird seeing me with makeup on and my hair done but in masc clothes and masc-ish body language and intonation, but... :/
Maybe my bad mood is at least partially because if I'm correct, the doc visit was a reminder that my identity is something that people are curious about and some even want to gawk at the freak that I am (in their heads). And I mean, I can't change that so it's better to just learn to let it go but this was probably the first time I have ever had this sort of an experience. So that's why it weighs down on me a bit at least.