New endocrinologist is lovely. Professional, but not so much so as to lack a sense of humour. Also reassuringly quick to point out the limits of his own knowledge.

He's also the first to have asked about bottom surgery, and to have pointed out that until/unless I get at least an orchiectomy, I get the best and the worst of both worlds. Apparently there are checkups I should already have had at my age, and I'm a bad girl for not having done that. Yes, he actually wagged his finger at me (while smiling).

No pushback whatsoever about method and dosage of HRT, just a desire to have a complete and accurate picture. Then he set up my recurring prescription on REMPe (online centralised prescription system) and gave me a printed one to get me started back on gel.

...and the two pharmacies nearest my home are out of it. And so are the warehouses they order from.
Good thing I just received my backup stash of pills. You know, the method we're trying to get me away from, before my liver starts exhibiting signs of damage, but that so far has been my only reliable option.