Gender Dysphoria

I am having a hard time right now. My brain is playing games with me. My stupid female breasts are hurting me a lot tonight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was going to have my menses soon. The weigh so heavy for some reason Maybe it is because of the pain.

I vant decide if I am male or female. I know I am a male but all my body parts are female. I am so distraught. It is making me tearful. I have no one to talk to that understands. I have one friend on FB that is trans ftm. I only met him because I met his mother through a mutual game we were playing at the time. Weird how things play out.

I know the pain will pass, eventually. I just hate it as it is just a reminder of who I am not.

There is a homeless guy by the Starbucks that I go to. Every time he sees me he misgenders me. Lately he has been calling me “lady”. Screw you pal, now you aren’t getting my extra buck when I have it. I hate my body so much. And having these painful things on my chest doesn’t make me like it any better. I hate being trapped in this shell.

I see the LGBT doc next week. I don’t know how it will go. It will be our 2nd appt. I need a minimum of three before being considered for hormone therapy. So frustrating. Wish I could have top surgery tomorrow and be done with these fuckers that hurt. Like I need more pain in my life. Just hate myself so much right now. I wish I was dead.

four hour test and a flare up

Four hour test and a flare up

I didn’t sleep very well last night. My alarm went off after I finally settled down. Think I might have gotten an hour and half. I took a shower and then it was time to get ready to catch the bus that never came. I had to take a different bus that went farther than the Square. Once I got off that bus, I ordered my Starbucks as I waited for another bus to take me to the Square. I quickly had my breakfast and took the espresso with me as I was now running late. I hoped there was no delays on the train and there wasn’t. I made it with 10 minutes to spare.

The first part of the scan was to inject me with the radioactive stuff and then take like 4 minutes of scans. Then I had to wait 2 hours to finish the rest of it. I was hurting for the positioning of my foot but it wasn’t too bad. I went to the café and met up with a friend of mine. We talked until he had to leave. I also went to see my former coworkers in the lab. There were only a few people I recognized and talked to. Everyone else was new.

While in the café, I got a cup of tea and then wrote in my journal. I was so tired and wanted to sleep but I just couldn’t nap. I went back to radiology a few minutes before I was supposed to and waited in the waiting room. They called me back and we went to a different room. It was cold and my foot immediately didn’t like it. It was the same positions as before but for about 10 minutes or so per scan. One of the scans, the tech put a rubber band on my feet. It irritated my foot. By the time we were done, I was flared up. I wish I could have had a ride home. The tech said results would be available this afternoon but I haven’t received notification of them yet.

I slowly walked to the train station. By the time I got there, my ankle was really hurting and my foot felt like ice. I took a strong pain pill that I had with me. The train was there when I got to the platform but it was delayed. We sat for a bit. I didn’t care as long as I didn’t miss the bus home, which would come in about 40 minutes, or so I thought. As I reached the Square, I got a text saying the bus was having moderate delays. Great. By this time, my foot bones were killing me and I just wanted to crash. Finally the bus came. I went to Walgreens to buy something for my mother and then came home. My ankle bone hurt. I was in so much damn pain I knew I wasn’t going to sleep. I was hungry but all that I wanted was my mother’s brownies.

I had two brownies and then went upstairs to change into my PJs and thermal socks. While taking off the sock on my bad foot, it flared up more. I was in pure agony. Half my ankle and foot were in 12/10 pain. I took my regular pain meds. Then after a couple hours, I took another strong pain pill and Ativan as I was getting anxious from the pain. I still haven’t heard anything about my scan. It could take up to 24 hours for radiology results to be put online. I care but don’t at this point as I just want to see my pillow.

The insurance card I was waiting for came in the mail today so I can change my name at the hospital I have my care. YAHOO! I’ll go to registration tomorrow after my psych appt, I might go before hand depending on what time they open. I just checked my prescription card and the updated name has happened. YAY! Progress. Now I just need to update it at the pharmacy. I hope I don’t need all new prescriptions in my new name. That will suck. Only thing I need next week will be my Ativan, and by then, my license will be changed to my new name. It won’t be a laminated card as I will have a temporary one. I just hope the gender marker doesn’t cause a hubbub. I really don’t want hassles.

OK, Pain is at a new level. Didn’t think that would be possible. I need to lie down. Until tomorrow!

Painsomnia 

I was pushing for 0200 to go to sleep but i had to pee and then brush my teeth as my mouth felt yucky.  I haven’t brushed in two days so i really needed to get rid of the yuck.

Pain has been keeping me up. Started with my metatarsals and then moved up to my ankle bones. I took extra meds and 1200 mg of neurontin. It hurt so bad, not as bad as it was last week. I figure I would write as sleep isn’t coming just yet. I am really tired. I’ve been playing with my phone. Making grocery lists for tomorrow, making a coping plan on one of the apps I downloaded. Dr. Jobes is supposed to come out with a mobile app. I can’t wait.

I’ve been fighting the suicidal urges. I can’t help it as I feel so rotten and hopeless. Pain is really bringing me down. I’ve posted my distress on Twitter but no one has said anything. 

I printed put the RMV forms for name change and stuff. I don’t need a letter from my doc to give to them. I do need to being some bank statements and stuff to prove who I am. Which reminds me, I nees to call the cable company to change my name. I hope I can do it online. To change everything on my license will be about $75, I think. 

I still need to call HR at my work place to find put when I will be getting an updated insurance card. I just need the one for prescriptions so i can change it at the pharmacy. So many things needing changing.

Dammit, my bone pain in my foot is back. I’m not going to sleep tonight. Ao much for wanting to do one errand later today. Maybe I will in the late afternoon. 

I am ordering some stuff from Amazon. I saw a body pillow that converts into a nice back pillow and arm rest so you can read. It is $60. Hope it is worth it. I’ll get it next week, hopefully. My online grocery order keeps going up and down. I order stuff then take it off. I really want to make a spinach, egg, cheese, and bacon sandwich or burrito. I still haven’t made a burrito since I’ve been home from the hospital. I jist have been in too much pain to cook.

Painsomnia is the worst. My foot feels so awful right now and i can’t take anymore meds. I am going to try and sleep now and see if I will be successful. Wish me luck!

trans issues and other things on a Friday

Trans Issues and other things on a Friday

I was having lunch with my mother this afternoon. She had made tuna and I was having some with crackers. As I had made my decision to change my name soon, I thought I would tell her that. She seemed okay with me changing my name so I went a little further and told her I was trans. She asked what I meant and I said that I am a man in a female body. I also said that I plan on going forward with getting hormones so I could be a man. She seemed okay with it. I was overjoyed. I went up to her and said, are you okay with me being a man? She said, you dress like one anyway.

I felt such relief, my head was spinning. I texted everyone and then wrote on Twitter. I got a lot of responses that were supportive. I still can’t believe my mother, who I was convinced hated me, said the words, “I just want you to be happy”. My sister sent me the most supportive message, which is what I needed to hear because my mood has been so dark lately.

After lunch, I went to my room and tried to write a blog solely on the transgender issue but pain interrupted that. I tried napping to ease it and my foot/ankle cramped up. I didn’t want to take an Ativan because I really didn’t want to sleep so heavy or feel out of it, like the Neurontin is making me. I took some magnesium supplements and waited a few hours. I went down to the basement to fetch my dirty gravy and some frozen dinners. Tomorrow I will heat up the gravy and make some pasta for lunch.

I don’t know why my pain is so damn high. All I did was shower and make breakfast. I made oatmeal pancakes, which I have had in a while. They were good, even though I forgot to put sugar in the batter. But that is why you use syrup. I also made coffee, which was good as I used spring water rather than tap and boiled it in a pan rather than the tea kettle. I wanted to see if there would be a different taste and there was. The downside was that because I used the amount of water for the cup, it wasn’t enough for the coffee so the coffee was a bit strong, good though. I needed it to get me through the fog I was in.

A friend of mine is reading my Darkness Always Wins book. I guess I didn’t edit it too well as she found some typos. She is going to read the book and then edit it for me. I can always upload changes to the book. I sent her the word doc for the book so she will get back to me when she is done reading it. She said she is advertising my book to anyone that might be interested in it. I thought that was sweet of her. The sales haven’t been so great on this book so any advertising would be awesome.

don’t call me daughter

Don’t call me daughter

Just recently, I was discharged from the hospital because of a suicide attempt. The self hate of being in the wrong body grew to unbelievable proportions. I hated my body, myself, my breasts, and my menstrual cycle. I just couldn’t take it anymore. The self-loathing I felt was unimaginable. I don’t know what set me off. That was one of the first questions I was asked when I was in the hospital but it was a cascade of everything in my life from being disabled to being transgender. I didn’t care anymore. I still don’t. I don’t want to live my life in a hole anymore. Sure, I talk about being transgender on my blog but my mother doesn’t know. She will NEVER accept me for being her son. And that hurt is what drives me to suicide. I’d rather die as her daughter than as her son.