Yesterday marked my second (month) anniversary with T. It’s been exciting so far, especially as I’ve seen the most changes in the past two weeks. Check out the below video to hear about some of those (and hear how my voice has definitely, albeit barely, dropped) and see how my endocrinologist appointment went. (Cliff notes version: it wasn’t the greatest, but I got clearance for surgery.)
(Again, the first ten seconds or so are odd but I still don’t know how to fix that. If anybody does, email me, please!)
I shaved this past weekend. Not a full shave yet, but still a shave to the point where I was dragging blades across my tender face. I really wasn’t planning to shave this soon into my transition (I’ve only been on testosterone for 6 weeks), but I didn’t have a choice, really. I was chatting with a coworker this past Friday and she happened to mention that she could see my mustache. At first, I thought it was pretty cool as it meant my T was definitely working! Yet then I thought back to the people I had conversations with earlier in the day (my boss, her boss, and others) and realized that I was mortified…what if they has seen my mustache too?! I then decided that the dark hair just had to go. Keep reading
I’ve been gone for way too long, I know (well, for my liking anyway). I had full intentions to post at the end of last week about how coming out at work went, but obviously, I didn’t. I think work caught up with me, and then I wasn’t feeling too well, so it kind of fell by the wayside. Anyway, as the title of this post suggests, coming out went as smoothly as could be. Check out my video for updates on how my coworkers reacted to the news and my first month on T.
(The first 7 seconds are weird and I don’t know how to fix it…but it’s good after that)
I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since my first shot of T. Okay no, that’s a lie, I can believe it—because it’s felt like a month. It’s crazy to me that my top surgery date seems so quickly approaching (it’s not) but each T shot seems so far away (they’re not). I’m procrastinating taking tonight’s shot by writing this post, but by the time most of you are reading it, I’ll be two shots in to the physical transformation that’s bound to happen. Why I’m procrastinating taking it, I’m not sure. Probably because I’ve been looking forward to it since the minute I took the last one two weeks ago, and as soon as the plunger hits plastic and the syringe is empty, it’s another long two week wait.
As far as noticeable changes go, I’d be lying if I said I noticed any other than one minor annoying issue which is a tad bit private, if you know what I mean. (I’m sure all of the others on T out there do.) Although, I was so excited after my first shot two Thursdays ago that I woke up early on Friday to get ready for work, saw a few hairs on my left index finger, and excitedly shook Alex awake to tell him I had hair growth from the T. I think he laughed, rolled his eye at me, and went back to bed. I was convinced it was from the T, even though it most obviously was not. Keep reading