It went perfectly. I followed the instructions to a “T” (/dadjoke) and it was absolutely painless. There were about 4 seconds when I looked at the needle pointing at my skin and thought, “Really?” Then I did it. So I guess the self-injection part isn’t really going to be a problem.
This is it! The day I’m getting my first T injection. These last few weeks have been eventful: I got a prescription for T filled, I came out to my parents, brother and some other relatives, and today, I am going in to have my first shot. The way my practice works is that they’ll let you administer the first dose there with nurse supervision.
“The difference between the sexes is, happily, one of great profundity. Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath. It was a change in Orlando herself that dictated her choice of a woman’s dress and of a woman’s sex. And perhaps in this she was only expressing rather more openly than usual–openness indeed was the soul of her nature–something that happens to most people without being thus plainly expressed. For here again, we come to a dilemma. Different though the sexes are, they intermix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of what is above. Of the complications and confusions which thus result every one has had experience…”
Before blogs, families had to use the postal system to air their laundry. My Dad managed to get a January or February Christmas letter off somewhat annually. As it turns out, these make a pretty neat summary of my childhood.
[This year] began on May 25 with the birth of A– E–. We have little recall of events prior to that date. The day was as sunny, beautiful and fragrant as the baby it brought. A– is an eager little person whose curiosity, determination and brute strength already challenge her brother’s well established domain. She is something unusual for [our family]–BIG! [Ed. note: that was short lived :(]