It’s a pretty nice Halloween day here. It’s nice and fall like. I have my black and red flannel hoodie on and jeans and my black boots. I actually wanted to leave my house today. On a Sunday. On Halloween. I think the topamax is actually improving my moods and anxiety as well as helping with my appetite and weight. I never wanted to go out on Sundays even before the pandemic. None of the stores I went to were busy. I went to Krispie Kreme and got a couple Halloween donuts. One for me and one for my brother. I was worried they’d all be sold out since I wasn’t able to order ahead. I went to a couple grocery stores looking for specific types of Coke that 2 years ago would have been all over the place. The stores online inventory said they had them. And they didn’t. Most grocery stores online inventory’s have been really whacked lately and not accurate. So then I went to my local one and I found the new gingerbread Mountain Dew. I got the second to last case and it was way in the back of the bottom shelf. I really had to get down and reach for it. So I don’t know if anyone was paying attention but if anyone noticed me walking around with the new Mountain Dew they are probably out of luck lol unless they were able to really look and snag that last case since there were none others in the store and no 20oz bottles in the cooler. The soda was decent. A good holiday drink. Soda still tastes pretty crappy to me so I probably won’t be buying any more cases of that new MD but I’ll probably buy a couple of the 20oz bottles when they come out. But yeah I feel good today.

I see my new doctor in the morning and my mom says she needs to come in with me because she needs to show him the injections I’m on. But I’m just gonna be like F it I’ll show it to him myself. I’ll be nervous as it is and she just makes it even worse. This doctor has good reviews though. I don’t really know exactly what he’ll do. He works with trans people but it’s like I guess all he needs to do is check my T levels and continue to prescribe it for me since I’ve had the surgeries already. I don’t know. I hope he doesn’t do blood work although he probably will. I honestly cannot remember how many times I’ve had blood work done this year. I’d have think about how many times I’ve had IV’s even. I think it’s been 6 with the IV’s. But every time I get a needle in me which is at least once a week I get super anxious. I’m not sure why I’m not used to them by now.

I feel like I’m working myself up so I should go put on Project Runway or something.