And The Universe Laughs...
Predicting the future has always been a tricky job, even when it’s just five minutes into the future. Is it going to rain? Will I miss the bus? Will she say yes? Things rarely go exactly as we imagine them. I sometimes wonder if that’s because our imaginations just aren’t big enough. These past two weeks have held a series of unexpected moments for me, both good and - well, let’s call it “not my preferred outcome.” Nothing truly bad, just... not the way I planned it. Moment #1: I finally get my prescription for testosterone. I literally had to sit in my car for a while to cry and shake and let out the tension. (Well, okay, so I could have stuffed it back in - very much “the guy way” to handle it and my usual instinctive way of coping - but perhaps one of the blessings of my odd gender-screwed life is having learned that it’s sometimes better not to.) I’ve mostly done a pretty fair job of pretending not to be worried, but the knowledge that medical problems unrelated to trans...