harp | Ghosts in the Hall (Reply)

Driving lessons commence next week, and so do my adventures as the washer of the dead ( :D) I'm mostly writing this because I need very badly to cheer the eff up. I have a feeling it's the main cause of my recent medical troubles.

Cut warning: If you're one of my brothers that hasn't yet started T and today isn't the day you need to hear someone go on and on about their own, don't touch the cut.

So Doctor L cut my T down to .4 a week instead of 1 CC every two weeks. This is supposed to give me a more even level of das hormones. For some strange reason, I've suddenly become afraid of the needle. It makes no effing sense. I know it doesn't hurt. I've gotten two hep B shots and a blood test and those didn't hurt at all. I've been giving myself shots since two days before Halloween '09 with no problem. Hell, it's not even a thing about "having second thoughts" because I realize that this it's done all that it's ever going to do and nothing else will change.

While I sat there today, I gave consideration to the possibility of ending my HRT since I won't be getting any more boyish. Then I realized that if I did, then the bleeding would start again and I might get the low energy and I might start feeling miserable and mopey. Oh, and the fat redistribution; nearly forgot about that.

For now, I'll just see if I get my nerve back once I'm happier. Then I'll see if the center is offering any more TG guy groups- maybe I'll find a buddy that'll shoot me? If not, I'll just have to ask the clinic. The nurse told me when I first started that they had a patient who came down every two weeks for his shot because he couldn't stand to give himself one.

Now for something fun! Logical Fall and