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.