Woke up at o'dark thirty and didn't feel like doing anything but making some coffee and reading how some of you are doing out there. I'd love to visit Meg and help her organize that apartment, and yes find her boobs too! :)
Last week we (doctor and I) upped the dosage of 'spiro' to 50mg. It never occurred to me in the past that having elevated blood pressure was good news, but it seems that spironolactone is first and foremost a diuretic and is prescribed for hypertension. Bonus for me is my blood pressure is in the normal range for the first time in years.
Calm and in control for the first time in a long time, and feeling that way now for a few weeks, what exactly does that mean as far as gender dysphoria? Well, unlike many who I enjoy following out there in Blogistan, it has never been about getting dressed for me; oh sure, I have dressed because it was something I had to find out ~ just how much like a man in a dress I would appear to be. The answer to that was with the proper attention to details, not at all. Very satisfying to know.
If it isn't about the clothes then what? I will calmly and rationally tell you, that even now, it is all about that offending item down 'there'. As long as I can convince myself to go one more day without fixing that problem, I will.
Oh, the sugar coating? When the sun finally rose this morning this is what greeted us. Just a dusting, but it justifies having put on the snow tires already.
It just looks like a layer of confectioner's sugar.
They seem to help with keeping the weight off as well. Have to say thought that the need to keep traipsing to the loo can be a real drag !
ReplyDeleteI was wondering how it was I've lost four pounds in the past two weeks without any real effort! Bonus :)
DeleteSince I take it first thing in the morning, at least the trips to the bathroom are done before bedtime and I can sleep without interruption. Another bonus.
Nothing but bonuses so far. Keep those good news coming.
ReplyDeleteI love this white veil covering everything. None of that here as yet and I don't mind waiting for it.
I resist accepting the cold until the trees are just sticks and need some sort of veil. I think you will agree that being a Canadian means walking on water at least part of the year, and I can embrace that sort of magic, even if I do have to wear boots and snowshoes. :)
DeleteThanks for the shout out. And I have good news on the boob front (ha ha).
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