I have to get something off my chest. There’s no easy way to say this–but it’s time for us to part ways. At times like this, people like to say, “It’s not you, it’s me.” But, Boobs, I think it’s both of us. You really are great, I can say that now more than I ever could before, but it’s just not going to work out between us.
I’ve been so negligent on the blog due to the crushing weight of real-life obligations. Oh well, I’ll try to do better, I promise! This month has felt pretty much the same as last month. Not much new is going on physically except that my belly is getting kind of furry.
I have on and off days for being gendered correctly. I wish I knew what makes the difference. But it’s still steady progress.
This month I’ve had so many med appointments for various reasons, all involving bloodwork. I’m starting to feel like a pin cushion. Next week I’ll get a readout on my current T levels. (Haha, one of the one times large numbers aren’t a bad sign on a blood test.) Last time they were still below the normal male range, so I’d like to see them a bit higher. I’ll also (hopefully) get a clearance from a hematologist that will let me schedule my top surgery.
Pre-T to seven months photos/video after the jump.