So tomorrow I have an appointment with a new urologist. No problems; just need ongoing care and a new testosterone script. I took my mother to this guy last summer when she was making the rounds of Every Damn Doctor in New Orleans, and he had tons of offbeat art on his walls, a glass case full of antique taxidermed birds, and a display of archaic medical instruments. I'm hoping he is enough of a weirdo himself to treat me as a patient rather than a novelty, which was how my last trans-related doctor seemed to see me.