Yesterday was T-1. Well, more like T-1/2...cc, that is.
Prior to yesterday, I thought that perhaps the world would come to a halt, take a moment, then begin spinning in the other direction. Perhaps the sky would turn pink, and surely, I thought, large, furry mule-like ears would sprout from the top of my head.
Instead, yesterday was T-1 -- my first shot of testosterone -- and this is roughly how it went:
8:02am - woke up rather excited about the whole thing
9:25am - had a stupid argument with E.
9:26-10:24am – grumped
10:25-11:10am - informed my therapist she wasn't doing her job efficiently enough
11:11-11:49am - waited for E.
11:50am - E. arrived to see me mucho grumpo
12:05pm - on a cold, windy 14th street, E. cries, I held her (we are in love still and always)
12:20pm - E.'s tears began to freeze
12:25pm - lunch at Thai joint
1:30pm - waiting
2:15pm - meet with Doc, sign away life, get script
2:45pm - trek to the pharmacy
2:46-3:30pm - waiting
3:31pm - tried not to cry
3:32pm - insurance covered half
3:33pm - trek to clinic
3:45-4:00pm - got my shot (it didn't hurt at all)
4:01-4:20pm - cried on the cold, windy street, E. held me (we are in love still and always)
4:30pm - walked in late to class
6:10pm - wondered if i did the right thing
6:45pm - tried not cry
8:10pm - is it too late to suck it out of my leg?
9:16pm - felt good, happy even, looked forward to a late-night beer (probably a cheap Pabst)
10:25pm - my leg was a little sore
1:01am - my leg was a little more sore
2:02am - kissed E. goodnight
But still, the sky is blue and my ears look the same.