HRT: First half year
Damn, I'm late. It has been so hectic that days have flied by.
First half year on HRT. Everything is going somewhat smoothly. I went to see doctor in hormone clinic week ago, which was just light checkup that everything is OK. Just to check that hormones work and I don't have anything problems. The doctor didn't even touch me, which surprised me a bit. But, like I though, they wrote blood tests at the visit, so going there in two weeks, as I have to go there on wednesday morning, because of hormone levels will be checked and that is the day when the patches are at their weakest on a weekday. I wonder what those would be.
My colleague's wife is doing presentation about transpeople at medical school, so she interviewed me. Couple of simple questions how the process progresses and how I feel about things, and I answered with couple of walls of text 😂. Also linked this blog as my memory seems to be quite unreliable nowadays, easier for both, as I have written this for later reference. It's sad how little nurses will get information about transpeople from school, as the amount of us is growing rapidly. And the growth is cumulative. More and more nurses will face us, so it would be good that they know at least something.
Not much have changed since last post. Everything is progressing painfully slowly. Although when I visited hormone clinic, they said that something has happened in trans-clinic as they should have invited me in late spring already, so I should call them and ask about it. Well, I did call and yeah, most of the people there has changed. Including the head senior doctor. So, they kinda forgot me, but that got back on track and I'm going there to see specialist nurse in three weeks. I really hope I will get papers to change my name asap, although I'm quite sure I need to go there second time to get that. And it would take more than a month after the next visit. I really want to change my name officially already.
Something has changed though. Lately I have had some worse time with depression. It might have something to do with the estradot dosage rise though. It's hard to get things done or even get out from the bed. It's not that visible, as I got better time in the middle, but I can definitely feel it. There has been couple of brighter days when I went out with Certain Someone, but those are more like exceptions, and rather rare. I hope it will get better soon, this is a bit exhausting.
I haven't talked about CS much lately here on purpose and I won't even now. I will just say that I haven't given up hope, yet, but one event backfired little while ago, so I want to protect both of us by talking about us as little as possible. And it is little bit off-topic to this blog anyway.
Although, now when I thought about those brighter days, my core below the roles is blooming. The old roles are changing little by little. Although I still live mostly inside my head so I'm not sure how visible that is. But if I can feel it, it should be visible sooner or later. I'm starting to be different person than what I used to be, even inside my head. So much has changed. And I have a feeling that this is just the start.
First half year on HRT. Everything is going somewhat smoothly. I went to see doctor in hormone clinic week ago, which was just light checkup that everything is OK. Just to check that hormones work and I don't have anything problems. The doctor didn't even touch me, which surprised me a bit. But, like I though, they wrote blood tests at the visit, so going there in two weeks, as I have to go there on wednesday morning, because of hormone levels will be checked and that is the day when the patches are at their weakest on a weekday. I wonder what those would be.
My colleague's wife is doing presentation about transpeople at medical school, so she interviewed me. Couple of simple questions how the process progresses and how I feel about things, and I answered with couple of walls of text 😂. Also linked this blog as my memory seems to be quite unreliable nowadays, easier for both, as I have written this for later reference. It's sad how little nurses will get information about transpeople from school, as the amount of us is growing rapidly. And the growth is cumulative. More and more nurses will face us, so it would be good that they know at least something.
Not much have changed since last post. Everything is progressing painfully slowly. Although when I visited hormone clinic, they said that something has happened in trans-clinic as they should have invited me in late spring already, so I should call them and ask about it. Well, I did call and yeah, most of the people there has changed. Including the head senior doctor. So, they kinda forgot me, but that got back on track and I'm going there to see specialist nurse in three weeks. I really hope I will get papers to change my name asap, although I'm quite sure I need to go there second time to get that. And it would take more than a month after the next visit. I really want to change my name officially already.
Something has changed though. Lately I have had some worse time with depression. It might have something to do with the estradot dosage rise though. It's hard to get things done or even get out from the bed. It's not that visible, as I got better time in the middle, but I can definitely feel it. There has been couple of brighter days when I went out with Certain Someone, but those are more like exceptions, and rather rare. I hope it will get better soon, this is a bit exhausting.
I haven't talked about CS much lately here on purpose and I won't even now. I will just say that I haven't given up hope, yet, but one event backfired little while ago, so I want to protect both of us by talking about us as little as possible. And it is little bit off-topic to this blog anyway.
Although, now when I thought about those brighter days, my core below the roles is blooming. The old roles are changing little by little. Although I still live mostly inside my head so I'm not sure how visible that is. But if I can feel it, it should be visible sooner or later. I'm starting to be different person than what I used to be, even inside my head. So much has changed. And I have a feeling that this is just the start.