My journey towards femininity, with all the bumps in the road. Who knows where this road will lead? But it certainly will be a prettier road, and one well worth traveling.
Showing posts with label Yearly Physical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yearly Physical. Show all posts
Saturday, November 9, 2019
A visit to the doctor and more
Today, I had only two planned things on my plate - a visit to the doctor, and a volunteer stint at the LGBT Center. I had already postponed my stint at Arts Westchester to Tuesday, so that I could have enough energy for the LGBT Center, and thought that this would be the end of my day. Instead, I ended up seeing GFJ for dinner and had a mixed ending to a good day.
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Yesterday, I called my cleaning lady and arranged for her to visit my apartment today. After 6 weeks, things were getting in need of her magic - and she said she'd be visiting this afternoon. So I was very lucky to have a 9:30 appointment with my doctor, giving me enough time to change from my masculine presentation to my feminine presentation for the rest of the day.
The doctor's visit was booked to be my yearly physical. Instead, it ended up being a "follow up" visit from July, as my last yearly physical was in December, not November as I had remembered. Of course, this made the visit a quick one, and I was back in the house before 11:00 - enough time for me to change into my female presentation before going out to volunteer.
Shortly before noon, I left my apartment and took the slow road to the LGBT Center. On the way down, I returned WDJ's call from yesterday, and we chatted for about a half hour about things I won't mention here. And then I arrived at the LGBT Center for my weekly stint.
Today's task was simple - verify all entries on the published event calendar on Meetup against that in the center's flyer. Catching an error or two, I fixed them without doing too much thinking. But then, two other people came in - and they disturbed my short train of thought. One person was an older woman who needed to talk with someone - and I was that person. Then the other person came in, a young man, and got involved in the conversation that I was really not in the mood to have at the moment. By the time I was finished with the event calendar, two hours had passed - and it was time to leave.
On the way home, I received a call from GFJ. She wanted to know if I wanted to have dinner tonight. So it was off to my apartment, then to change, and then to drive to Newburgh. Of course, I had to change back to a male presentation for dinner before going out again. I made it to the Flaming Wok Buffet at 7:00. As usual, GFJ was a little late. And for the next hour, we chatted about unimportant stuff. (One of those topics was the shutdown of my old blog and my relationship with my former travel partner.) Then, it was time to discuss "the elephant in the room" - our relationship. Neither of us are sure where it's headed, but I figure it best to give her the time she needs to be sure of what she wants. (I have ideas, but won't taint her decision process by mentioning them before her decision is made.) She's a good person to have in my life. But I have the kind of love that knows that I may have to let her go to have the happiness I want for her to have. Hopefully, that won't need to happen.
Then, it was time to go home. I was more alert on the way home than I was on the way to Newburgh. That was good fortune. I'm not sure I'd have made it home had I been as tired as I was in the afternoon. I have mixed feelings after tonight's dinner, and so does GFJ. But I won't let them get in the way of doing what has to be done in my life.
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