Hey there, dear readers of the page. I wanted to drop in and talk about a topic completely unrelated to my transition.
I want to combine my locs to make thicker locs. The theory is two-fold. 1: make my hair stronger and 2: make my locs thicker. Now comes the interesting part – trying to get Egg on board.
Thicker locs look sexier to me, and mine have thinned out considerably.
So, that’s my idea and that is what I am sticking to, as of now.
Hey there, dear readers of the page! Long time, no talk nor type, huh? Well, I probably won’t be around much, and really, all I wanted to do was throw down an idea here so I have it in digital storage.
My idea – a series, or even a book, magazine or something of the sort about trans women and the beards they had before shedding their male skins for good. I know I had one, and it was strange to shave it all the way down, until it was just stubble; finally, one last shave and I was clean.
Anyway, something along those lines. I think it would be fun!
With the name change, I had to update my drivers license, and when I tell you that I took the most heinous picture ever, I am not exaggerating! It is horrible! I’m contemplating losing it in about a year, so I can hopefully take another picture. It’s that bad.
The DMV said it would take up to 30 days to receive. I got it in 3. Yay for that, and now comes the hard part – getting all documents changed over into my correct name and gender.
Success! All that stress, all that worry gone in 30 minutes. I am now legal!
That’s all for now.
Name change is coming up on the 30th. Then, comes the arduous process of switching over all my documents. That part should be a drain on my mental spoons, but we’ll see.
I haven’t felt like writing recently. I will come back, I promise.
Well, dear readers of the page, today is my personal day of hell, otherwise known as bowel prep. Surgery is tomorrow, so the surgeon wants me squeaky clean. What this means for me is no solid food at all today. Starting at 12am and going through tomorrow.
Bowel prep proper starts at 12pm with one bottle of magnesium citrate and three dulcolax pills. From there it just gets worse. I have to drink another half bottle of mag citrate at 10pm. 10 mother fucking pm! I am usually in bed between 8-9pm. How the fuck am I going to stay up that long? Then, after pooping my guts out, I will go to bed for a few hours, before waking up at 4am to give myself a fleet enema. Yay. Then a shower with anti bacterial soap for 10 minutes, before heading off to the hospital.
I certainly hope surgery is early in the morning tomorrow. The earlier, the better. I hate waiting around and will definitely want to eat some yummy hospital food again, before hopefully being released on Wednesday, so that I can eat better food. As you all can tell, my thoughts are all about yummy food.
We went to the continental breakfast this morning so Egg could get some food. It all looked so delicious, and I couldn’t have any of it. Instead, I had two glasses of apple juice. I’m drinking Sprite right now. I can’t have orange juice because it has pulp in it. NO pulp. Oh well, that’s all I have right now.
p.s. We walked to Target this morning to get some liquid for me, and some provisions for Egg. That was fun. But now, I need to be near a toilet, hahaha.