I had planned to summarize what's being going in with me in strips, but I haven't had the time so I'll share right here:
I had an appointment at the end of December with a doctor who deals with Hormone Replacement Therapy. I was given, basically, a general examination and questionnaire about my health and life before we talked about trans* subjects. It went pretty smoothly despite my nervousness: "transgender" was officially added to my medical records and I have three months minimum to get an "okay" from a counselor to go ahead with HRT. The only part that really rattled my nerves was getting my first breast exam and being told that, eventually, I'll have to get my first pelvic exam. (That's not happening until I've got the HRT slip: if someone's going down there, I want a consolation prize.)
I got a second job at a sandwich shop in my town a few weeks ago. So far it's been a great job, but I admit I'm anxious about when or how my trans* status will be breached. I happen to work with two people I know from high school, both of whom are aware of my coming transition, and while I haven't heard a whisper or gotten any questions yet I'm definitely preparing for it. Before that happens, I'm trying to give this job 100% so when the questions come my work ethic may outshine personal life. That and the fact that this shop's restrooms are single-stall (no running into wary customers or coworkers during nature's call) are keeping me optimistic.
I finally broke down and bought new, actual men's shoes. Don't roll those eyes: this is big news, considering I was left with women's loafers after giving away twelve pairs of heels and three flats! My new casual shoes: black canvas, high-top Airwalks. What was meant to be my new work shoes but ended up being my daily wear: black leather, laced oxfords. Even so, I really miss my heels. Someone, please, put me in a visual kei band so I can wear straight-jacket boots with spool heels. I don't care what anyone says: if someone can walk in six-inchers it's an accomplishment in balance and endurance.
I have an appointment this upcoming Tuesday with a counselor who (fingers crossed) may be able to help me get the "full steam ahead" for HRT. They were referred to me through my family insurance, and if the right fit, I'll be racing to get everything done in the five covered sessions I have (it would be nice to use what I'm earning in my second job to pay for HRT alone). I'll be sure to give more news when I see the counselor!
Well, that's all the good news I have for now. I feel a little neglectful for the bad news: with a second job, my first creative priority (my fiction novel) and these appointments all happening at once I don't have the means for a regular webcomic schedule. Strips may be posted erratically or with gaps of time between them, depending on when I work or how well I can divvy free time between my different projects.
I'm sorry to break away from this webcomic's intended course, but I can promise it'll never be taken away. It has too much sentimentality and potential for me to toss it in the trash.
Thank you for your patience and understanding!
-Uly
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