Hey yall, names Evelyn!
Ive been having a rough time lately; i WAS a federal civil servant in my dream job, that I thought id have for the next 20 years. Then I got DOGE'd.
As a result, I have to sell my new house, and move back with my mom. 5000 miles away.
Anywho, Ive been struggling through the bottom surgery process, getting letters and whatnot. I've turned in the necessary docs and should get my date within the next week. That being said, I've found what could be called a... lump, on my testicle.
I have been urged by reddit to consult with a doctor and have it inspected, but quite frankly, if a cancer diagnosis delayed my bottom surgery, I would kill myself. Flat out, period.
My life in general is shit. I have intense self loathing. I've lost everything because of the trump administration. Im ugly. Hideous and masculine. This, right now, is the only thing I have going for me.
Sorry for the vent. I guess I have to put this out there before I schedule my physical. I just feel like I've got no one to talk to, including my therapist.
Cheers.
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