But it's not out yet?
I feel sorry for vets that live in less progressive parts of the country. I can only imagine what they have to go through, and it's not pretty in my imagination.
I've actually only had a few negative experiences in dealing with the VA with trans issues. Unfortunately, the first one was with my GP, who pretty much looked at me like a freak when I told her why I'd been taking spiro and E without a doctor's supervision.
However, she did refer me to my endo, whose been nothing but sunshine. (Her, and her cute intern

) She told me that HRT for trans vets is something that sits in a grey area right now -being something that is perscribed if it's in the best interest of the patient. I told her that I didn't care about a scrip and only needed blood work and advice, and I'd just keep self-medding anyway. There was a scrip waiting for me when I left. I picked up my first bottle of a hundred-and-eighty one-hundred milligram tablets of spiro that day, and the estradiol came two days later, in the mail, because they were out of it. She called me back promptly to discuss the results of my bloodwork, too.
The social worker that I deal with from the OEF/OIF Care Management Team has been great too. I've been treated as nothing but a veteran, with all the respect you'd think that would get you from the VA -which is quite atypical, I'm told. He even asks me how the other people I see have been treating me.
Other than that, even the dental hygeinest was nice enough to ask me what I prefer to be called, in lieu of my boy name. She didn't even have to do that!

I hope that pretty soon this thing drops, and everyone can have such a positive experience at their VA hospital.
The only thing I'm not looking forward to is my first mammogram which happens in less than a month. It's a rite of passage, sure, but I don't hear anything good about them, and my boobs are already sore all the time. I'll be strong, I guess. Then I'll have a dental appointment! Yay!
"She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day." -Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway