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Jun. 27th, 2009 | 04:11 pm
I have so much to say this time. I haven't updated in forever. I should do this more often. Yeesh.
I even had to go back to find out what I last talked about. Goodness.
I haven't shaved since the beginning of May. Letting it grow out and see what I'm working with. What I have is minor. Though my chin scruff is enough to get icing caught on it when I was licking the spatula that Josie used to ice a cake. That was weird. I also have some wisps of a sideburn trying to make their way through. More on my right side than left. I guess that's normal. Mustache is getting thicker but kind of blonde.
My family had a family reunion a couple of weeks ago. I had a major freakout moment when I realized that people that I haven't seen in 5 years or more were going to be there. I'm talking majorly extended family. Great Aunts and Uncles. 3rd and 4th cousins kind of stuff. My original plan was to get their addresses and send them letters so they had time to evaluate and get used to the idea. My Mom thought that would create more of a stir and kind of adopted a "if they can't handle it, screw 'em" attitude about it. I was still pretty damn nervous about it. I did say that I wanted to finally tell my Grandmother about it beforehand since I see her more often and she deserved to know before the rest of them did.
These people, my grandmother included, weren't even officially aware that I dated women, so this is the level of "in the dark" that they were.
My mom told me to call grandma and tell her. That was a hard phone call to make. I called, pretty much holding my breath as the phone rang. No answer. I left a high pitched (for my range, now) voicemail saying to call me back. A couple of days passed and she managed to call me back just as Patrick was messing with my new phone. He held it to me and said "uhh.. 'Nellie' is calling you?" Josie and I looked up at each other at the same time with panicked faces. I grabbed the phone and did a "ohhh.. heyy grandma.. yea.. camping trip... ok, there's something I have to tell you" dance. It was awkward and I was making my voice as feminine as possible. Hard to do, nowadays.
No one could have guessed what she said. "Oh, I kind of figured that, because of the way you've always done your hair and dressed yourself. I guess that's the best thing to do if you haven't felt right all this time." She continued to tell me that it didn't matter to her at all and that she loved me and looked forward to seeing me at the campground.
I tell you, I could have lifted a truck with that adrenaline rush.
I still had the rest of the family to deal with, though. Even the ones that know are still getting used to using male pronouns and my new name. I ran into my step-brother and his family at walmart a few weeks before the trip and he took me aside and said "We came up with a new name for you. Sevin." I laughed and said they wouldn't be the only ones calling me that. Josie called me that from the very beginning. Her fruitbat tattoo is named Sevin.
When I got there, Mom told me which family members she told. She said the rest of them she could care less. Two that I was kind of worried about starting gossip were my Aunt Darlene and Uncle Bobby (actually my Mom's Aunt and Uncle). They are old and retired and have nothing else to do but gossip and take care of their great granddaughter. I don't fault them for it, just expected the reality.
I, again, couldn't have been surprised more. Darlene was the first of all of them to use male pronouns. Not only did she use them, she used them consistently. I don't think I heard a single "she" out of her mouth. It was amazing. My Grandmother used male pronouns most of the time. Everyone else would use female ones and then wince, so I know that they were just forgetting.
Progress!
Overall the trip was pretty good. It was jarring to be sent back into the female name and pronouns area but having those lights at the end of the tunnel made it all bearable. Even Mom used the name Kev a couple of times, and that was something that I thought would take a long time.
I went back to Pensacola with them to hang out for a bit. My dad took me aside at some point and said it was going to take a while to warm up to the name Kevin, but that he'd just call me Bob. I expected this. He's been calling me that for more than 10 years. I don't remember why.
I went out to the bars with my brother and sister in law and my sister in law introduced me as "Jimmy's little brother". That's the first time that's happened.
It was all pretty amazing.
Oh also, my nephew Tristan (who is 5) told me I was growing a mustache. I laughed and said "Yea! When are you gonna grow one??" He said he wasn't old enough.
I even had to go back to find out what I last talked about. Goodness.
I haven't shaved since the beginning of May. Letting it grow out and see what I'm working with. What I have is minor. Though my chin scruff is enough to get icing caught on it when I was licking the spatula that Josie used to ice a cake. That was weird. I also have some wisps of a sideburn trying to make their way through. More on my right side than left. I guess that's normal. Mustache is getting thicker but kind of blonde.
My family had a family reunion a couple of weeks ago. I had a major freakout moment when I realized that people that I haven't seen in 5 years or more were going to be there. I'm talking majorly extended family. Great Aunts and Uncles. 3rd and 4th cousins kind of stuff. My original plan was to get their addresses and send them letters so they had time to evaluate and get used to the idea. My Mom thought that would create more of a stir and kind of adopted a "if they can't handle it, screw 'em" attitude about it. I was still pretty damn nervous about it. I did say that I wanted to finally tell my Grandmother about it beforehand since I see her more often and she deserved to know before the rest of them did.
These people, my grandmother included, weren't even officially aware that I dated women, so this is the level of "in the dark" that they were.
My mom told me to call grandma and tell her. That was a hard phone call to make. I called, pretty much holding my breath as the phone rang. No answer. I left a high pitched (for my range, now) voicemail saying to call me back. A couple of days passed and she managed to call me back just as Patrick was messing with my new phone. He held it to me and said "uhh.. 'Nellie' is calling you?" Josie and I looked up at each other at the same time with panicked faces. I grabbed the phone and did a "ohhh.. heyy grandma.. yea.. camping trip... ok, there's something I have to tell you" dance. It was awkward and I was making my voice as feminine as possible. Hard to do, nowadays.
No one could have guessed what she said. "Oh, I kind of figured that, because of the way you've always done your hair and dressed yourself. I guess that's the best thing to do if you haven't felt right all this time." She continued to tell me that it didn't matter to her at all and that she loved me and looked forward to seeing me at the campground.
I tell you, I could have lifted a truck with that adrenaline rush.
I still had the rest of the family to deal with, though. Even the ones that know are still getting used to using male pronouns and my new name. I ran into my step-brother and his family at walmart a few weeks before the trip and he took me aside and said "We came up with a new name for you. Sevin." I laughed and said they wouldn't be the only ones calling me that. Josie called me that from the very beginning. Her fruitbat tattoo is named Sevin.
When I got there, Mom told me which family members she told. She said the rest of them she could care less. Two that I was kind of worried about starting gossip were my Aunt Darlene and Uncle Bobby (actually my Mom's Aunt and Uncle). They are old and retired and have nothing else to do but gossip and take care of their great granddaughter. I don't fault them for it, just expected the reality.
I, again, couldn't have been surprised more. Darlene was the first of all of them to use male pronouns. Not only did she use them, she used them consistently. I don't think I heard a single "she" out of her mouth. It was amazing. My Grandmother used male pronouns most of the time. Everyone else would use female ones and then wince, so I know that they were just forgetting.
Progress!
Overall the trip was pretty good. It was jarring to be sent back into the female name and pronouns area but having those lights at the end of the tunnel made it all bearable. Even Mom used the name Kev a couple of times, and that was something that I thought would take a long time.
I went back to Pensacola with them to hang out for a bit. My dad took me aside at some point and said it was going to take a while to warm up to the name Kevin, but that he'd just call me Bob. I expected this. He's been calling me that for more than 10 years. I don't remember why.
I went out to the bars with my brother and sister in law and my sister in law introduced me as "Jimmy's little brother". That's the first time that's happened.
It was all pretty amazing.
Oh also, my nephew Tristan (who is 5) told me I was growing a mustache. I laughed and said "Yea! When are you gonna grow one??" He said he wasn't old enough.
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Picture Post
May. 13th, 2009 | 08:16 am
Hey Folks just chiming in with some pictures. This is just something showing my facial hair. I haven't shaved in just shy of 2 weeks.
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This is a long one. Sorry for flooding you.
Apr. 14th, 2009 | 06:13 pm
Well, I've talked a bit about how I have found myself to be increasingly more introverted and it has extended to the fact that I can't even make myself want to write about my transition. I'll talk about it in snippets, but that's mostly the physical changes. As it is I'm forcing myself to hammer this out.
As an update, 6 months on T. It seems to be working out pretty well for me. The facial hair is coming in slowly, but everything else is in order so I'm not worried. I actually may not grow much at all, it just depends on which side of the family I take after. My brother on my mother's side can only grow a mustache, and that's the one thing that looks like it's going to really start coming in thick soon.
A couple of interesting things I've noticed physically:
-My leg hair is getting thicker and thicker every time I notice it. It also seems to have a reddish tint to it. I would be extremely happy if my facial hair did the same thing. I think it's really cool when guys have dark hair but their beards grow in red. I doubt it'll happen that way, but it would be really cool.
-The hair on my arms is getting darker and thicker too. Something I hadn't thought of, though, was that it's growing in places it wasn't before. That's not unusual for the rest of my body, so I don't know why I thought my arms would be different. Actually scratch that, it's not even that I thought it would be different, I just genuinely didn't think about it on my arms. To clue you in on what I'm talking about the softer part of my forearm (think: the part of your forearm that touches the desk when you're typing) had pretty much no hair, or very faint blonde hairs. The line pretty much ended on each side of my wrist. Now that line of hair is gravitating towards the center and is actually darker than the hair on the back of my forearm. It, however, doesn't seem to be red. Bummer.
- My hands are definitely bigger. I can't wear my rings anymore because they're too tight. My wrists seem bigger too.
- I'm noticing more grey hairs every time I look in the mirror. At first glance I can usually count 7 or 8 just by looking face on to the mirror without ruffling my hair around. I'm not sure if this is related to the T, or if it's just age. My Father was mostly grey by the time he was 28 or so. I'm not sure if I was destined to take after him anyway, and now is the time where it's starting to show up, or if being on T is making those genes more prevalent. I don't entirely mind, they aren't really grey so much as silvery platinum. Apparently I take after my Grandfather on my Father's side in that respect. He had the prettiest silver hair.
- My feet are bigger, but not by much. They also seem like my arches are flattening out more, though that could just be because I'm on my feet a lot.
- Nose hair, wtf.
- My shoulders and back are doing pretty much what I expected them to. I've always been pretty muscular in those areas, and haven't ever really required working them out for them to be at least a little defined.(unlike the rest of my body) Now it's the same, but bigger.
- Calf muscles! Hell yes. I have NEVER had defined calves. Even when I walked/biked everywhere. Now after just a little bit of biking and walking I ihave these crazy cut calves. I even bought a pair of shorts and a pair of flip flops to wear to show them off. I'm less self-conscious about my legs now too. Not because of the calves so much as I've always been really knock-kneed and it's less weird looking as a guy. Nobody expects you to have shapely legs. I guess being knock-kneed is kind of masculine anyway. I take after my Father there, too.
- On second thought I'll make a different post about below-the-belt things..
So that sums up everything I can think of that is interesting about my physical changes. The voice is lower, again. It went through another small drop over the weekend. Skin is more oily (gross). Acne is off and on. Usual pubescent boy stuff.
As for the emotional changes, those are harder to articulate. I know that I'm finding it harder to relate to the ways that Josie (and other people I suppose) processes things. I said recently to Courtney that Josie has the advantage and disadvantage of knowing me for so long before I started T. We had gotten to the point where we each knew how the other would react. Now, with the longer that I'm on T, the less I can understand how she reacts to things and the less she can expect how I will handle situations. It's proving to be hard, because we're so used to just being able to know one another's instincts. It doesn't seem to be the new dynamic that is frustrating us, but that it's not what we're used to.
I've become considerably less vocal as well. Connor and I talked about how we often times feel like chatty conversation is forced. I always feel like I have to think of something to say. I don't just talk for talking's sake anymore. Before I was a great big chatterbox that would talk your ear off if given a half a thought. I don't seem to open my mouth now unless I have something substantial to say. Now I search my brain during conversation for something of note to say or else I feel like the other person doesn't understand that I'm engaged in the conversation. People are used to me talking a lot.
I'm about to nod off on the keyboard so I'm going to cut this short before LJ or a sleepy hand deletes. it.
As an update, 6 months on T. It seems to be working out pretty well for me. The facial hair is coming in slowly, but everything else is in order so I'm not worried. I actually may not grow much at all, it just depends on which side of the family I take after. My brother on my mother's side can only grow a mustache, and that's the one thing that looks like it's going to really start coming in thick soon.
A couple of interesting things I've noticed physically:
-My leg hair is getting thicker and thicker every time I notice it. It also seems to have a reddish tint to it. I would be extremely happy if my facial hair did the same thing. I think it's really cool when guys have dark hair but their beards grow in red. I doubt it'll happen that way, but it would be really cool.
-The hair on my arms is getting darker and thicker too. Something I hadn't thought of, though, was that it's growing in places it wasn't before. That's not unusual for the rest of my body, so I don't know why I thought my arms would be different. Actually scratch that, it's not even that I thought it would be different, I just genuinely didn't think about it on my arms. To clue you in on what I'm talking about the softer part of my forearm (think: the part of your forearm that touches the desk when you're typing) had pretty much no hair, or very faint blonde hairs. The line pretty much ended on each side of my wrist. Now that line of hair is gravitating towards the center and is actually darker than the hair on the back of my forearm. It, however, doesn't seem to be red. Bummer.
- My hands are definitely bigger. I can't wear my rings anymore because they're too tight. My wrists seem bigger too.
- I'm noticing more grey hairs every time I look in the mirror. At first glance I can usually count 7 or 8 just by looking face on to the mirror without ruffling my hair around. I'm not sure if this is related to the T, or if it's just age. My Father was mostly grey by the time he was 28 or so. I'm not sure if I was destined to take after him anyway, and now is the time where it's starting to show up, or if being on T is making those genes more prevalent. I don't entirely mind, they aren't really grey so much as silvery platinum. Apparently I take after my Grandfather on my Father's side in that respect. He had the prettiest silver hair.
- My feet are bigger, but not by much. They also seem like my arches are flattening out more, though that could just be because I'm on my feet a lot.
- Nose hair, wtf.
- My shoulders and back are doing pretty much what I expected them to. I've always been pretty muscular in those areas, and haven't ever really required working them out for them to be at least a little defined.(unlike the rest of my body) Now it's the same, but bigger.
- Calf muscles! Hell yes. I have NEVER had defined calves. Even when I walked/biked everywhere. Now after just a little bit of biking and walking I ihave these crazy cut calves. I even bought a pair of shorts and a pair of flip flops to wear to show them off. I'm less self-conscious about my legs now too. Not because of the calves so much as I've always been really knock-kneed and it's less weird looking as a guy. Nobody expects you to have shapely legs. I guess being knock-kneed is kind of masculine anyway. I take after my Father there, too.
- On second thought I'll make a different post about below-the-belt things..
So that sums up everything I can think of that is interesting about my physical changes. The voice is lower, again. It went through another small drop over the weekend. Skin is more oily (gross). Acne is off and on. Usual pubescent boy stuff.
As for the emotional changes, those are harder to articulate. I know that I'm finding it harder to relate to the ways that Josie (and other people I suppose) processes things. I said recently to Courtney that Josie has the advantage and disadvantage of knowing me for so long before I started T. We had gotten to the point where we each knew how the other would react. Now, with the longer that I'm on T, the less I can understand how she reacts to things and the less she can expect how I will handle situations. It's proving to be hard, because we're so used to just being able to know one another's instincts. It doesn't seem to be the new dynamic that is frustrating us, but that it's not what we're used to.
I've become considerably less vocal as well. Connor and I talked about how we often times feel like chatty conversation is forced. I always feel like I have to think of something to say. I don't just talk for talking's sake anymore. Before I was a great big chatterbox that would talk your ear off if given a half a thought. I don't seem to open my mouth now unless I have something substantial to say. Now I search my brain during conversation for something of note to say or else I feel like the other person doesn't understand that I'm engaged in the conversation. People are used to me talking a lot.
I'm about to nod off on the keyboard so I'm going to cut this short before LJ or a sleepy hand deletes. it.
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4 days away from being 3 months.
Jan. 4th, 2009 | 12:58 am
well hello there.
Lots has been going on in my personal life but I'll keep that to![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8)
itsahologram .
My voice has dropped a bit again today. Bout damn time, I've been a squawk box the last week or so. I'll do a voice post on one of the journals to show you guys.
My sex drive has evened out a lot. Actually I'm a bit disappointed because it's next to nothing these past couple of days. I mean, I want to get off still, but my interest in actual sex has dropped. Maybe because of stress. I don't know.
I've noticed some dark hairs in my right sideburns. None in my left though, so that's pretty comical. Have some long blonde chin fur growing in, but like I said it's blonde so nothing to really write about. Can't see it unless I'm looking for it. I can feel it when I rub my chin with my thumb though.
The acne has calmed down for a little while. We'll see how long it lasts.
I had a really hormonal emotional day the other day. It was two days before my shot and I started my cycle. It was weird because I don't normally PMS or anything like that. I also don't get all cranky right before my shot, like I've heard of happening before with friends and other people I know. I guess it was just the combination of things but I was not a happy camper. So that sucked.
I guess that's all I have to update. -shrug- pretty boring I suppose.
Lots has been going on in my personal life but I'll keep that to
itsahologram . My voice has dropped a bit again today. Bout damn time, I've been a squawk box the last week or so. I'll do a voice post on one of the journals to show you guys.
My sex drive has evened out a lot. Actually I'm a bit disappointed because it's next to nothing these past couple of days. I mean, I want to get off still, but my interest in actual sex has dropped. Maybe because of stress. I don't know.
I've noticed some dark hairs in my right sideburns. None in my left though, so that's pretty comical. Have some long blonde chin fur growing in, but like I said it's blonde so nothing to really write about. Can't see it unless I'm looking for it. I can feel it when I rub my chin with my thumb though.
The acne has calmed down for a little while. We'll see how long it lasts.
I had a really hormonal emotional day the other day. It was two days before my shot and I started my cycle. It was weird because I don't normally PMS or anything like that. I also don't get all cranky right before my shot, like I've heard of happening before with friends and other people I know. I guess it was just the combination of things but I was not a happy camper. So that sucked.
I guess that's all I have to update. -shrug- pretty boring I suppose.
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Weekend with Mom and the rest
Dec. 21st, 2008 | 11:38 pm
So my Mom, my Dad, My step-brother, and his wife all know that I'm trans, and what my preferred name is. I had a visit with them this past weekend and I have a few gripes.
I know that I want to be patient with them, and I think for the most part I've been really great at being patient with everyone else (maybe this is just me inflating my own ego). However, the driving force behind my patience has been that the other people in my life have been at least consciously trying to adapt. My family is not. My mother even invited me to a "girls trip" to disney sometime next year. While I would love to go to Disney, I cringed at the phrase.
I know that this is still very new to them. I know that my mother needs to mourn the loss of her daughter before she can welcome in the life of her son.. but if my family keeps introducing me as my female name things are going to get confusing in a few months. Especially to children.
I don't know. I guess I'm just glad to come back home and be Kev again. It's been a tiresome weekend.
I know that I want to be patient with them, and I think for the most part I've been really great at being patient with everyone else (maybe this is just me inflating my own ego). However, the driving force behind my patience has been that the other people in my life have been at least consciously trying to adapt. My family is not. My mother even invited me to a "girls trip" to disney sometime next year. While I would love to go to Disney, I cringed at the phrase.
I know that this is still very new to them. I know that my mother needs to mourn the loss of her daughter before she can welcome in the life of her son.. but if my family keeps introducing me as my female name things are going to get confusing in a few months. Especially to children.
I don't know. I guess I'm just glad to come back home and be Kev again. It's been a tiresome weekend.
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Dec. 18th, 2008 | 04:10 pm
I've been really awfully terrible at this. Sorry guys. I really should have expected as much though. I get so lost with this type of stuff lately.
What strikes me as the most interesting about this point in transition is how I don't feel different at all. Its funny because that's one of the first things people ask me.
"So, do you feel any different?"
No, not really. I mean I guess on a small scale I can point things out that are different. My sexual appetite has changed, but not really grown yet. I have always had a pretty powerful sex drive. I haven't felt any sort of aggression, and if anything I've been a lot calmer. I get mad at the same rate I did before, but I back down a lot quicker. I've been a lot more reclusive and introverted, but I don't really feel different because of that. I'm more just noticing it.
I'm majorly putting off writing my father and other brothers a letter. I know I have to do it soon, because with my new voice I won't be able to answer the phone if they call. I just haven't really sat down to write it yet. I don't particularly want to but I have to try.
My mom called me the other day to ask about christmas stuff. The first thing she said when I picked up the phone was "your voice is deeper!" I laughed and got a little bashful about it, but it was probably the first time that my mom said something positive (almost excited, even) about this whole thing.
I got told today that I'm gaining weight, which is true. I think quite a bit of it is from weird water retention, but also from a higher level of inactivity. I'm going to start going to the gym again, and today I had Shans bring me the mountain bike so I can test how long it takes to get home on a bike ride. I want to start getting into shape. Its like I have all of this energy and opportunity to speed up my metabolism and I'm wasting it. So time to get moving!
Here goes!
What strikes me as the most interesting about this point in transition is how I don't feel different at all. Its funny because that's one of the first things people ask me.
"So, do you feel any different?"
No, not really. I mean I guess on a small scale I can point things out that are different. My sexual appetite has changed, but not really grown yet. I have always had a pretty powerful sex drive. I haven't felt any sort of aggression, and if anything I've been a lot calmer. I get mad at the same rate I did before, but I back down a lot quicker. I've been a lot more reclusive and introverted, but I don't really feel different because of that. I'm more just noticing it.
I'm majorly putting off writing my father and other brothers a letter. I know I have to do it soon, because with my new voice I won't be able to answer the phone if they call. I just haven't really sat down to write it yet. I don't particularly want to but I have to try.
My mom called me the other day to ask about christmas stuff. The first thing she said when I picked up the phone was "your voice is deeper!" I laughed and got a little bashful about it, but it was probably the first time that my mom said something positive (almost excited, even) about this whole thing.
I got told today that I'm gaining weight, which is true. I think quite a bit of it is from weird water retention, but also from a higher level of inactivity. I'm going to start going to the gym again, and today I had Shans bring me the mountain bike so I can test how long it takes to get home on a bike ride. I want to start getting into shape. Its like I have all of this energy and opportunity to speed up my metabolism and I'm wasting it. So time to get moving!
Here goes!
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More updates
Dec. 4th, 2008 | 08:05 pm
OK, so the voice is evening out.
I'm finding that I'm a lot more introverted than I had been before. That's probably a good thing.
My face is all acne-fied. It's really annoying. More than I've had in my entire life.
My mustache is dark, but still sparse. I shaved it yesterday because I was starting to look a little child molestor-like . I also have some wispy black hairs growing next to my right ear. I couldn't see any on the left side but that makes sense because my right side grows more hair on my whole body.
I'm finding that I'm a lot more introverted than I had been before. That's probably a good thing.
My face is all acne-fied. It's really annoying. More than I've had in my entire life.
My mustache is dark, but still sparse. I shaved it yesterday because I was starting to look a little child molestor-like . I also have some wispy black hairs growing next to my right ear. I couldn't see any on the left side but that makes sense because my right side grows more hair on my whole body.
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Disclaimer
Oct. 26th, 2008 | 04:34 pm
This is your warning.
Not all of the material in this journal will be pg rated. Some of you are very close friends of mine, in that "asexual-friend-zone" area of relationships.
I will not be censoring myself. I'm going to set up some filters, but if you happen to come across a livejournal cut, proceed at your own risk.
If you don't want to hear about my sex life, my cock, or my cunt, then don't complain if you can't deal with your curiosity.
Not all of the material in this journal will be pg rated. Some of you are very close friends of mine, in that "asexual-friend-zone" area of relationships.
I will not be censoring myself. I'm going to set up some filters, but if you happen to come across a livejournal cut, proceed at your own risk.
If you don't want to hear about my sex life, my cock, or my cunt, then don't complain if you can't deal with your curiosity.
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Update
Oct. 24th, 2008 | 11:50 am
I know I've been slacking, and I'm sorry. I've been running around like crazy lately filling up my days with nonsense and silliness.
I got my second shot on Wednesday. Dr Hart scheduled me for an ultrasound to check my ovaries, also. That is going to be infinitely unpleasant, but I guess she has to figure out whether or not my ovaries have turned to stone. I guess that's fair. I keep telling myself that the few unpleasantries are way worth it. I know it will be.
As for changes in feeling or physical appearance I haven't had much yet. That's to be expected, since the T really hasn't been in my system fully for more than roughly a week. I have noticed that I am still sleeping a lot better. I am awake when I'm awake, and I'm dead asleep when I fall asleep. My appetite started to return right before my 2nd shot, but now a couple of days past the shot and I'm not as hungry again. I got irritable and cranky the day before my shot. That upset me, because I really don't want to be one of those guys that blames being a dick on his T or lack of it. It might not have been the T though, I could have just been cranky.
I can't see any physical changes in myself yet. Another "Duh" because it's so soon. (Well, that's not entirely true, but I haven't given you guys the "hey I'm not going to censor myself, so if you don't want to read about my naughty bits, don't read this journal" post yet, so I'll spare you for now). My vocal chords get tired easier, I've noticed, but that could also be explained by still recovering from getting sick a couple weeks ago and then from quitting smoking. There's a lot going on with my body that could be explained by not smoking, actually.. because I was too used to having the toxin in my system.
I guess that's all on the transition front. I can't really think of much else to say. I haven't felt any different. I don't know if the people around me have seen any changes, but I don't think so.
oh. btw. I have a mohawk.
I got my second shot on Wednesday. Dr Hart scheduled me for an ultrasound to check my ovaries, also. That is going to be infinitely unpleasant, but I guess she has to figure out whether or not my ovaries have turned to stone. I guess that's fair. I keep telling myself that the few unpleasantries are way worth it. I know it will be.
As for changes in feeling or physical appearance I haven't had much yet. That's to be expected, since the T really hasn't been in my system fully for more than roughly a week. I have noticed that I am still sleeping a lot better. I am awake when I'm awake, and I'm dead asleep when I fall asleep. My appetite started to return right before my 2nd shot, but now a couple of days past the shot and I'm not as hungry again. I got irritable and cranky the day before my shot. That upset me, because I really don't want to be one of those guys that blames being a dick on his T or lack of it. It might not have been the T though, I could have just been cranky.
I can't see any physical changes in myself yet. Another "Duh" because it's so soon. (Well, that's not entirely true, but I haven't given you guys the "hey I'm not going to censor myself, so if you don't want to read about my naughty bits, don't read this journal" post yet, so I'll spare you for now). My vocal chords get tired easier, I've noticed, but that could also be explained by still recovering from getting sick a couple weeks ago and then from quitting smoking. There's a lot going on with my body that could be explained by not smoking, actually.. because I was too used to having the toxin in my system.
I guess that's all on the transition front. I can't really think of much else to say. I haven't felt any different. I don't know if the people around me have seen any changes, but I don't think so.
oh. btw. I have a mohawk.
