Doctor Day

This afternoon I go to my new primary provider at a local Veteran’s Administration Clinic which happens to be nearby. A “primary provider” is similar to having a family doctor. I haven’t been to one in over two years.

Since I have been feeling very lethargic recently, I thought it was time to be checked out. My Mom had heart problems in her seventies before passing from heart disease. I’m not having any telltale chest pains but I figure it would be safe to have it checked out.

Also, since I seem to be experiencing all of a sudden this insane period of being mis-gendered, I probably will have to explain to a new nurse and doctor my proper pronouns are she and her.

Let’s not forget too it’s time again (after five years) for one of my most favorite procedures…a colonoscopy. If you haven’t been through one, I will leave the fun details out. One way or another, it’s better than the alternative, which is colon cancer. I just had a close friend pass away from it.

I’m also paranoid the Doc is going to find a reason to take me off my HRT hormones or simply mother time is catching up as I approach seventy.

Maybe too, my bi-polar

meds are causing me to feel too lethargic. We will see!

Busy!

Since our vacation ended, it seems as if all we have been doing is run.

Monday we got back. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, I went with Liz to her Doctor appointments and finally the grocery store. Then tonight we have a monthly social with the transgender – cross dresser support group we are a part of.

It’s hard to believe another month has raced by already. I haven’t even figured out what I am going to wear. 

Saturday will make sixteen straight days of doing something. As we have another meeting for the Witches Ball Halloween party coming up in October. Plus, while I am on the subject of Halloween activity, Liz and I are going on a ghost hunt over in Indiana on Sunday.

It’s no wonder, I am going through so much make up! Here is a picture taken on one of our Colorado train rides wearing little to no makeup…with Liz of course. I chose to wear just a light foundation and eye makeup that day. Wasn’t trying to conserve makeup, I was just trying to blend in with most of the other women on the trip. 

Back “in the day” when I dreamed of going into a full time transgender existence, Little did I know it would be this extensive.

She’s Baack!

Three thousand five hundred miles (round trip) later, we (Liz and I) are back safe and sound from our trip to Colorado.

Very early in the trip, I began to think of myself as a “navigator.” Of course my thoughts had nothing to do with the route we traveled itself but instead with navigating the people around me. To be expected the majority of the bus was filled with people my age or older. I’m nearly seventy. Plus, many were from the rural areas of Indiana. Not quite the hot bed of liberal thought.

Fortunately, I had Liz running interference for me.  Quite early in the eleven day trip, the wife of the host of the trip referred to me as “he.” Liz set her straight and from then on, at the least, I was referred to by my name. Not mis-pronouned. I only heard the dreaded he word once to my face.

More important though, was how I interacted with everybody. I tried to smile and be as interactive as possible and it worked.

The moment of truth on these trips always comes when all the riders have to use the rest room. I think there were only five or six men on the trip out of a total of 38 people. So spots in the women’s restrooms were at a premium. Most of the places we were able to stop at were at the big truck stops along the interstates we traveled. I am happy to say, I experienced no problems.

The only problem I did experience, was with the thin air as we climbed to Denver (and above), We were able to find a place along the way which sold cans of oxygen to help some of us out. We actually crossed the continental divide twice.

The trade out was the lack of humidity we are cursed with here in Cincinnati. Even though we did experience a little rain in Colorado, overall, we escaped some pretty good sized storms. One of the interstates in Denver was closed by a mud slide, fortunately not in the direction we were going.

I did fairly well in the packing department. Although we did have to was some clothes about halfway through the trip.

What I did come away with was, most of the people adjusted quickly and well to a transgender person being along for the ride. Now they can say they have met a real live trans woman.  Also, since it has been since the mid 1970’s I have been out west that far, I had forgotten the sheer size of our country. Plus, I know I have only scratched the surface.

Even though I was welded to a bus seat for that long, the trip will produce many fond memories and I will have a few pictures coming up!

Vacay Post Three

This is a Cyrsti’s Condo post from 2015. It is a very weak attempt to explain a few of my early changes when I restarted hormone replacement therapy:

“More great news yesterday! My estrogen was found not to be the basis of my liver problems this summer…and I am allowed to resume my dosage ASAP. 


Estrogen is like a snowflake, for the most part  the hormone effects each trans person different. 


Yes there is the breast development-which is tied in with your feminine family genetics and normally never up to the expectations of the person on HRT. (Many cis women aren’t satisfied with their breasts, so we are in good company.)


Yes there is the emotional aspect-which I think is the biggest part. You do get “weepy”and experience “hot flashes” -which are different animals unto themselves. As close as I can come explaining one is during my first one, I thought I was internally combusting!


The part of Estrogen effects (so far) I have never been able to explain to anyone (man or woman) is how my world softened internally. Somehow I was more perceptive to the world around me. Cis men don’t experience it and cis women are born with it-so they don’t understand. That’s OK!


Finally, I look forward to a couple exterior changes. My hair will thicken again and my skin will soften-bringing out curves.


Poor Liz (my partner) she gets to live through another MtF gender puberty of sorts. She wasn’t around for my first. She was with me as I started HRT the first time and a form of transgender menopause when I stopped. 


And now, here we go again!!! YAY!!!”

Four years later and it’s way past time to write an update to this post. I will when I start to go “live” again with my posts next week.