birthday bummers plus a nice anniversary

Birthday pizza, beers, and gelato courtesy of my son was lovely, but on the way home down the steepest part of the ridge I didn’t pay attention to Seattle’s ubiquitous green slime - beers, plural - and wiped out. I twisted my ankle, and I felt it swelling as I limped the five blocks home. So now it’s ice, ibuprofen, and elevation. I’m lucky the Wendling is here to help out.

Oh, and the AirBnB I reserved in London? Cancelled & refunded. Shenanigans? As a trans woman I have to wonder.

On to the good stuff: Yesterday was also the tenth anniversary of getting my first hormone prescription. It’s hard for me to describe how profound my joy & relief were as I sat staring at the slip in my hand at the pharmacy. I’d waited twenty-five years for that moment.

I continue to look forward to shot night every two weeks, and I’m pretty sure my boobs are still growing. Sometimes happiness comes in a vial.