Ketchup
I haven't been posting much, but things haven't been as boring as they were a couple weeks ago. I upped my dose of T to 20.25 mg daily and am pretty happy with it. I'm going to start posting T updates again this week to document new changes.
The most important news of the week is that I did not get a kidney infection. I know, most weeks are like that, but this time it's surprising because I did get a UTI. Usually my discomfort going to doctors for anything involving the space between my legs keeps me from dealing with it before it moves to my kidneys, where "usually" has been the case for about three years now. Before that, I got them several times a year (ahh, the joys of living in a desert and being sensitive to dehydration) and couldn't afford to do something as stupid as ignoring them, but I didn't have to because my school's health center made me feel comfortable going to them when I had any problems. Since I graduated, I've gotten only three, but I let the two previous ones go to my kidneys before doing anything, and one of those shouldn't count as doing anything because I happened to get pneumonia at the same time and ended up needing strong antibiotics that knocked out both infections.
Right, so, I got dehydrated on Monday and failed to remedy the situation for two days. Then on Tuesday, I drank a whole beer by myself, with a meal and double the water equivalents, thinking that would be enough. I knew something was up on Wednesday afternoon and drank a gallon of unsweetened cranberry juice, and somehow I still woke up at the crack of dawn on Thursday in whine-worthy pain. I got the soonest available appointment at the health center with a random doctor and was nervous about it, even though the records there have my sex listed as "M*". Every time I have to pee in a cup, there are questions I do not like being asked, the majority of which aren't relevant to me. The rando doc was great though! She asked the relevant questions in an almost perfectly non-heteronormative/non-cisnormative way, which I very much appreciated and overall did not make a big deal out of me being trans. She did give me an unenlightening and less than gender-affirming handout about preventing UTIs, but she didn't write it, so I don't hold it against her.
Anyway, I missed all my important meetings last week and need to catch up. I feel terribly about it and need to enforce some kind of normal sleep schedule so I do enough work. But, I'm also hella distracted by concerns about moving. I am successfully selling off lots of stuff I don't want to take with me to NYC, but there's still so much more. How did I end up with all this ill-fitting clothing in the first place?! I used some of that money to buy myself some grown up clothes on the internet but chose the wrong sizes, so I need to play the returns game. I thought there was a decent chance of that happening, but it's still a hassle.
The most important news of the week is that I did not get a kidney infection. I know, most weeks are like that, but this time it's surprising because I did get a UTI. Usually my discomfort going to doctors for anything involving the space between my legs keeps me from dealing with it before it moves to my kidneys, where "usually" has been the case for about three years now. Before that, I got them several times a year (ahh, the joys of living in a desert and being sensitive to dehydration) and couldn't afford to do something as stupid as ignoring them, but I didn't have to because my school's health center made me feel comfortable going to them when I had any problems. Since I graduated, I've gotten only three, but I let the two previous ones go to my kidneys before doing anything, and one of those shouldn't count as doing anything because I happened to get pneumonia at the same time and ended up needing strong antibiotics that knocked out both infections.
Right, so, I got dehydrated on Monday and failed to remedy the situation for two days. Then on Tuesday, I drank a whole beer by myself, with a meal and double the water equivalents, thinking that would be enough. I knew something was up on Wednesday afternoon and drank a gallon of unsweetened cranberry juice, and somehow I still woke up at the crack of dawn on Thursday in whine-worthy pain. I got the soonest available appointment at the health center with a random doctor and was nervous about it, even though the records there have my sex listed as "M*". Every time I have to pee in a cup, there are questions I do not like being asked, the majority of which aren't relevant to me. The rando doc was great though! She asked the relevant questions in an almost perfectly non-heteronormative/non-cisnormative way, which I very much appreciated and overall did not make a big deal out of me being trans. She did give me an unenlightening and less than gender-affirming handout about preventing UTIs, but she didn't write it, so I don't hold it against her.
Anyway, I missed all my important meetings last week and need to catch up. I feel terribly about it and need to enforce some kind of normal sleep schedule so I do enough work. But, I'm also hella distracted by concerns about moving. I am successfully selling off lots of stuff I don't want to take with me to NYC, but there's still so much more. How did I end up with all this ill-fitting clothing in the first place?! I used some of that money to buy myself some grown up clothes on the internet but chose the wrong sizes, so I need to play the returns game. I thought there was a decent chance of that happening, but it's still a hassle.