Shot today

The first time in the ass I would consider a success (it was left today, for reference next time). It is much easier lying down, although I definitely need to get more flexible.

The needles I got from Tom Waddell are really cool— they're the kind that retract with a spring when you shoot them. It scared holy crap out of me because I wasn't expecting it; I thought it had broken off in my butt or something. Good plan. They can't be reused, and I also don't have to worry about poking myself with them.

Tom Waddell Center

I finally got to Tom Waddell today. It was a bit scary, finding the place and all, and once I got there I didn't understand what to do. But someone finally told me where to go and what to fill out, and I did it, and saw someone for the intake. They gave me some new needles for my testosterone and I was told since I already had a scrip, it would probably be no trouble getting it refilled through the clinic. My next appointment is the 9th November at ten in the morning. (I'm going to have to get to Civic Center by ten. Oh gods.)

It was sort of reassuring that I was kindly treated there, and compared to some other folks there I felt like I had it together really well, so I feel more confident that I'll be able to have some kind of improvement in my life. And that even if I don't, there are services for people who have it really rough. I will survive even if it gets worse.

The other day I went to my bank. Credit unions are awesome. The teller noticed when I flinched at "Ms." and corrected herself without me saying anything, and told me she would try to put a note of my name of use on the account. I felt so warm and cuddly.

Shot Number Nine...

Two days late. Or early, depending on whether I use my dose schedule or the one from my doc.

I'm definitely getting more acne these days. My voice continues to sound like I'm gargling bolts at various points. I am taking voice exercises from a theatre friend, and I hope this will help me develop some control in my new range. I keep not getting around to making a voice post, but I really should do that tomorrow.

Workout

Four sets of 21s, a set of fifteen crunches, ten incline pushups, and ten lat presses or whatever I call them things. Pretty good for not having done anything since last time I posted a workout report.

Eighth Shot Yesterday

Tried it in the butt. It wasn't as fun as I'd always heard it would be. (I told you to stop laughing, you perverts! I'm talking about my testosterone injections.) I think it's less painful and more efficient for me to shoot into the thigh. I wasn't sore afterward, though. The main problem was that I tried it standing and my blood pressure dropped a lot from anxiety, so I nearly passed out. I suppose I could try lying down on my side, but I've had no real problems with the thigh so maybe I'll just stick to that.

I've really got to go to Tom Waddell on Tuesday; I only have one more syringe.

Today was my orientation for school. I introduced myself as trans and asked people to use male pronouns for me right away, and then at another icebreaker game I reminded one of the second-year students to use male pronouns when talking about me in front of the class. This was honored and it felt really good. I think my classmates may pick it up quicker than my housemates.

Still no job. Depression and anxiety about that.