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trans choices January 9, 2013

Filed under: trans stuff — eclectic chicken @ 6:03 pm
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Oh go on… we’ve not had a trans blog, and certainly not a political trans blog in a while.

The ‘community is up in arms at present (well they were last night but today most have probably gone back to concentrating on nail varnish and hating all the other trans factions) over the witch hunt of a certain Dr Curtis.

Now… there arent many gender specialists in the country and as far as I know Dr Curtis is the only privately operating gender specialist….. so if you can afford to… if you are disillusioned with the NHS grinding painfully towards your transition… you can go and see Dr Curtis (just off Harley Street).

He will treat you according to internationally approved guidelines… that is… he will treat you as an individual and your transitional path will meet your personal needs – more than can be said for the one size fits all route littered with gatekeepers in the NHS.

Unfortunately…. some complaints have been made. One a ‘child’ of 17 who attended an appointment sans parents -though I can think of no other medical situation where parents MUST be present at that age (Gillick principle and all that).

Another on prescribing.

And a third… an unfortunate regretter…. though given just how many forms you have to fill in to have a double masectomy and how many times you are asked ‘are you sure?’ -it takes a certain sort of mentality to become a real regretter…. but it happens and it’s unfortunate.

For this Dr Curtis is being investigated by the General Medical Council.

Compare his position (which is basically equivalent in someones transition to a GP) to many many other GPs around the country…. the stories of GPs refusing to treat, denying money is available for, laughing at, blocking trans individuals (bear in mind how much courage it often takes to just get into a GPs to talk about it)…. those GPs very rarely get hauled up before the GMC.

In fact most people daren’t complain about the treatment they get on the NHS becuase they fear their treatment will be jeopordised or stopped.

It makes me realise how lucky Jane has been with our GPs who have been brilliant, theyve been patient centred and led in all the contact they have with us and had that carried on to specialist level Jane would have had very little need to go private and see Dr Curtis at all.

If Dr Curtis loses his license then that leaves a gaping hole in the treatment of trans people in this country and certainly not one that can be filled by the lowest common denominator system about to be embarked on when funding disappears with PCTs.

You’d think the likes of the Daily Mail (any excuse to bash da trans) and Charing Cross (self appointed centre of da trans universe) would be happy some people taking their money and shopping around outside the NHS purse.

But no…. obviously not… as god forbid ALL trans individuals would want to be treated as erm…individuals if some of them are.

 

NHS, piss-up, brewery October 19, 2012

Filed under: home stuff — eclectic chicken @ 5:37 pm
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Thats probably a tad unfair… they do their best…are under funded…but…

I wonder what would have happened if I’d been the sort of person who just sits back, presumes professionals know what they are doing and let them get on with it?

To be very honest…I do err towards just letting people get on with things, even though I know professionals are just normal people…over worked..distracted etc etc… but this time it was important to poke the NHS along with a pokey stick (especially as Jane and Annie have both said I should be talking to my consultants secretary by this point).

I’m having two scans… the CT and the endoscopy… both fast tracking… both needing to be before I go back to the consultant and the CT needs to come first (meaning the second can be cancelled if necessary dependent on results of the first).

The endoscopy appointment came through like a dream. The day after I saw my consultant I got a letter asking me to phone for an appointment. I did, I left a message, they rang me back…appointment made. Within three days of referral. Followed by my information pack two days later. Brilliant… Fantastic.

I left it a week or so and rang about my CT scan… was told I was in the system, it was being ‘checked out’ by the X-ray department and I should hear soon.

Today, I decided if nothing came in the post I would chase again…. becuase the window in which to fit the CT scan is narrowing fast.

I did ring the consultants secretary. Who said I’d have as much clout as her to chase CT…so I did.

CT tells me my referral has been checked by X-ray and is now being checked with CT.

I pointed out my narrowing window…. told her when my edoscopy is and suggested a little more speed may be needed with my fast tracking to fit the CT scan in.

She checked a different computer sytem to check my endoscopy appointment…. listened to the penny drop and she said she’d chase it up and get back to me.

Nice lady.

She did… within ten minutes she came back proudly with an appointment… 8.45 on the day before the edoscopy, apologised about the early hour and told me they were totally booked up.

I pointed out that one of the major requirements of a pre-endoscopy routine is to remain in close proximity to a toilet for when the world starts dropping out of your bottom and that my regime starts on Thursday evening. When I say narrow window of opportunity next week I’m talking arrow slit and not french door.

Miraculously another (more civilised) appointment appeared as if by magic at 4.30 on Tuesday afternoon.

Brilliant. Fantastic.

But what would have happened if I hadn’t chased… if I’d presumed that the cogs manned by professionals run smoothly.

I hate to think.

 

an interesting morning February 2, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — eclectic chicken @ 2:29 pm
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Today i met with a lady from the community mental health team. An encounter mostly based around form filling.

When asked my partners name i replied ‘John at the moment’

And then she asked if i therefore wanted someone else as my next of kin contact. (in case they kill me with kindness?)

There ensued a scrabbling to discover the misunderstanding. It appears my answer made her think the relationship was transient.

Whereas when i explained my reason for giving the answer i did was that John could soon be Jane she said ‘aaaah i know who you are’!!!!

We are obviously very firmly on the radar.

We spent the first half of the session talking trans stuff before deciding to leave it alone and just talk about me.

A referral for some talking therapy ensued…i shall of course wallow in the opportunity whilst at the same time beating my self with a kipper for thinking i’m worthy of that sort of attention.

It would also seem the local mental health team keep their ears to the ground as she’d heard Jane had been seen in the local fish and chip shop.  Hurrah for the small town tranny tom tom system.

 

 
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