I've had to change from HRT patches to pills. I'd become intolerant to the adhesive on the patches. It's just been over the last month but I think it has affected the oestrogen levels getting into my system. Yesterday I started taking tablets and today I think there is a definite dip.
Apart from being really, really tired, I want to kill at least half the office. The thin layer of tolerance I have for some of them in here has worn woefully threadbare today
It is truly amazing what HRT can do for you. But sometimes it's only when there is a bit of a problem with the levels do you realise just how much it does help.
Here's to a good nights sleep and a better day tomorrow.
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Thursday, 13 January 2011
Monday, 8 November 2010
Growing up
There was another little milestone last Saturday that I forgot to mention... boobs.
For a good few months now I have been wearing vests with hidden support. Comfy and I've got to say quite cosy as well. However, on Saturday I thought I'd have another go with a bra.
Now I've never really liked padding bras. I just felt it never suited me. So I have avoided wearing bras. But as I was getting dressed to go out I thought I'd try one of the bras I've had for a few months, for a bit of a change. To my surprise (not to mention Mrs J's delight) I seemed to fit it at last. Nothing bulging and buxom but it was me filling that bra.
So out I proudly went and apart from the odd moment when I saw my reflection, or when an old friend whose trans and becoming fascinated by my burgeoning bosom mentioned them, I promptly forgot all about them.
At the end of the night I think I was as happy forgetting about them (because they'd just become part of me) as I was for having them.
For a good few months now I have been wearing vests with hidden support. Comfy and I've got to say quite cosy as well. However, on Saturday I thought I'd have another go with a bra.
Now I've never really liked padding bras. I just felt it never suited me. So I have avoided wearing bras. But as I was getting dressed to go out I thought I'd try one of the bras I've had for a few months, for a bit of a change. To my surprise (not to mention Mrs J's delight) I seemed to fit it at last. Nothing bulging and buxom but it was me filling that bra.
So out I proudly went and apart from the odd moment when I saw my reflection, or when an old friend whose trans and becoming fascinated by my burgeoning bosom mentioned them, I promptly forgot all about them.
At the end of the night I think I was as happy forgetting about them (because they'd just become part of me) as I was for having them.
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Tiredness returns
The really bad tiredness has returned. I know I had a frantic weekend but I took Monday off and worked from home yesterday. I even went to bed earlier than normal. Yet I'm sitting in the office falling asleep.
It's either the 'mones, which some people have told me can happen, or I'm just too old for frantic weekends :-(
If I'm not careful though, the tiredness allows my guard to slip and I'll eat everything that's bad for me and lots of it. Yes, it's my fault and I could just try harder to resist. But when you're this tired it's hard to argue with anything. Especially yourself.
(Updated just to correct the spelling and add all of the words I missed through half shut eyes.)
It's either the 'mones, which some people have told me can happen, or I'm just too old for frantic weekends :-(
If I'm not careful though, the tiredness allows my guard to slip and I'll eat everything that's bad for me and lots of it. Yes, it's my fault and I could just try harder to resist. But when you're this tired it's hard to argue with anything. Especially yourself.
(Updated just to correct the spelling and add all of the words I missed through half shut eyes.)
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