Dec 23, 2008 14:22
I've been off progestin, estradot, proscar and novo-spiractalone for one week.
This is another way of saying "my biochemistry is flipping from grrl back to boy-with-a-y."
Not fun. But necessary.
It is also the last time I will ever have to do this. If I ever need to be cut open, I might have to quietly cut estrogen in the future, but it won't be combined with charging my body with testosteone.
Last time I did this gradually, and only had to be clear for two weeks; this time suddenly, and for three, so I can really feel it.
I have had an estrogen withdrawal migraine for five of the last seven days. As far as migraines go, it's not that bad, but it makes physical exertion painful.
The presence of testosterone has filled the streets with strikingly attractive lasses. They might be in snowsuits, but I can still tell. I do not understand how exactly this works: how it is that T allows me to unconsciously follow sniff out clusters of sexy.
I think my verbal skills are a bit muddled, much as they were when I started this.
transition,
hormones,
gender