That last post was dramatic. I even went to the extent of pointing out that I was on a faint, nearby wireless connection and that there was a snow storm outside. On the less embarrassing plus side, it wasn't as dramatic as it could've been. I mean, I very well could have written a dreary gothic poem from the depths of my sorrow-filled soul.
Yep. Could've been worse.
Not to slam on gothic. I <3 are="" br="" darkness="" gothic.="" gothic="" just="" know="" more="" of="" others.="" outer="" palatable="" shades="" some="" than="" you="">
This, for example, is VERY palatable:
Swoon. Ahem, moving on.
I feel MUCH better today. Giddy. Bubbleheaded. Whimsical, even. Since my injections are 14 days apart, apparently posts of sorrow and gloom should be expected on days 13 and 14.
It's like this emotional roller coaster suddenly hits, where I go from feeling like I'm at the bottom of a well whimpering about every little everything I can possibly muster up to whimper about, then sky rocket up to a joyous world of cotler pants and pumps.
I did get a refill, fortunately. Turns out that my insurance actually never covered it. It was expensive before and the exact same amount now ($67/month). What a deal! Frickin' insurance. I'm starting to understand why my usual doctor is so broken and negative about working with non-trans-lovin' insurance companies.
if pain was gold
in wealth i'd lie
my heart's so cold
"it aches" i cry
if life was air
in you i'd breathe
if life was fair
you'd never leave
down sorrow's path
my soul has crept
a lonely half
in rains i've wept
--anonymous gothic poet
Yep. Could've been worse.
Not to slam on gothic. I <3 are="" br="" darkness="" gothic.="" gothic="" just="" know="" more="" of="" others.="" outer="" palatable="" shades="" some="" than="" you="">
This, for example, is VERY palatable:
Swoon. Ahem, moving on.
I feel MUCH better today. Giddy. Bubbleheaded. Whimsical, even. Since my injections are 14 days apart, apparently posts of sorrow and gloom should be expected on days 13 and 14.
It's like this emotional roller coaster suddenly hits, where I go from feeling like I'm at the bottom of a well whimpering about every little everything I can possibly muster up to whimper about, then sky rocket up to a joyous world of cotler pants and pumps.
I did get a refill, fortunately. Turns out that my insurance actually never covered it. It was expensive before and the exact same amount now ($67/month). What a deal! Frickin' insurance. I'm starting to understand why my usual doctor is so broken and negative about working with non-trans-lovin' insurance companies.
Awww Loves you hahahaha... I was bummed to see you bummed. Glad you bounced back!!!
ReplyDeleteMy friend is on hormones too and she M->F has huuuge emotional roller coasters
Glad yer back. And I loved your description of your "Faint wireless connection" As if we might lose you, and you lose all hope at any point in that post... hahaha
You and you're jonesing for T on day 13-14 reminds me of the episode of Venture Bros where the pirate kept getting high off of tranq darts. I don't know why, but I hear you talking with a pirate voice, yelling about it.
ReplyDeleteApparently Mel, when I think of you, I turn you into a dress-up paper-doll that I mold to match whatever my mind is going off about at the time.
Sorry.
Cakes: The "faint wireless connection" tidbit was pretty pathetic. Thanks for your sympathy and understand. ;P
ReplyDeleteI love it when you turn mopey. On those days, it is easy to lure you into my lifestyle of bookstores, television, and laying around in pajamas. I am calling dibs on the Wednesday after next!
ReplyDeleteInsurance drives me insane. The company I work for once again is considering changing and I'm thinking about dropping it because I don't ever use it! Damn then I read this! How sad!
ReplyDeleteBLIND MAG! I love that movie so so much.
ReplyDelete*ahem* I'm glad you are a little woeful, hang in there...
oops I meant a little LESS woeful
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