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The First Transport Is Away

April 19, 2006 on 8:37 am | In Trans |

Auntie mailed The Check to Mr Thomas yesterday.  In my best (or worst) Southern accent, we are now ₤10,000 pounds more po’.  Additionally, we mailed the first bit of paperwork at the same time. 

To add a certain air of artificial drama, on looking at the calendar yesterday, I realized that it was time to start ramping down on my HRT.  Both steps have real implication, but I’m trying to not put any extra emphasis on them, wanting to keep my stress evels as low as possible.  I figure going off HRT is enough of a head-fuck.  At least I am getting the anti-androgren implant/shot on Thursday.  My GP was so easy about the whole thing, too.  I told her what was happening, when I was stopping HRT, my concerns about testosterone raging through my bloodstream, and she asked, “So, what did you have in mind then?” So easy.

Last weekend as well, we did a bit of shopping - nightshirts, cheap undies, and pads - oh my!  These past few days, the fact that all of this is really happening has slapped me in the face with full force.  To be honest, though, my mind has dwelt more on the after-effects.  I will be able to finally get on with the rest of my life, no longer … caged by transition. I can’t help thinking that I have held back Auntie as well, her surgery being completed ages ago. 

But even as I look up at the last hill of surgery, pain, healing, dialations, and everything that making it over the finaly hurdle entails, I can’t help but think that life after this physical transition must be at least a bit easier.  This road has been so hard. I’ve had some great successes, and I’m quite happy and proud of how far I’ve come.  But I want so much for it to be over.

So close… so close!