Working my through through my normal Monday stuff and...
My phone rings. I answer and it's the gender clinic. They ask if I still want to see a plastic surgeon.
I say, "Yes. Please."
They then asked if I wanted Amsterdam or Alkmaar for the surgeon.
Amsterdam please, it's much more convenient.
They are going to call next week with an appointment for the first consult.
And now I'm in shock. My productivity is gone and I'm miles away.
This is great, this is also bloody scary.
And I wasn't expecting it yet.