Whew, sorry for the radio silence, friends.
To catch up some of you who might not already know, on January 30 I was the victim of a fairly violent rear-end collision on I-65. I was stopped, the last car at the end of a traffic jam, when the car that came up behind me failed to brake, hitting me at what felt like full speed ahead.
I was able to walk away from the accident with only minor visible injuries, but long term internal injuries are still being diagnosed and treated.
Anyway — yeah, so that’s taken up a lot of my time, money, patience, and sanity over the last few months. What creative time I’ve had left I’ve spent making plasties and burgers for Auntie Warhol. I’ve had a whole bunch more place and one more win at Cracked since that last post. I’ve done some programming for auntie’s website, but I’ve got a lot to do still before it’s ready to launch.
Of course I’ve also been depressed as fuck, because this accident crap has put my transition in a tailspin. I think I scraped off the last of my toenail polish somewhere around the time I had to go in for the lumbar puncture.
I was supposed to be in therapy by now, and if not on hormones, at least be on the clock towards the day. Instead I’m seeing neurologists and learning all about Syringomyelia.
And my hair has laughed at the lasers. They’ve done a decent job of thinning out the body hair, but there’s a lot that keeps coming back, and I’m not sure we’ve even made a dent in the facial stuff. I’ve completed the full series, plus an additional run on the arms and face.
On the other hand, I’m growing more brave in just going right down the middle. I found a fantastic pair of sandals at PayLess that I think I can totally pull off as a girl or a boy. I wore them along with my favorite denim capris when I went thrifting this morning. I didn’t have a good top, just wore a boy shirt, but I’m sure I do now! I think the 50% sale at ThriftSmart is my new favorite holiday. You gotta love walking out with almost a trunk full of clothes for 80 bucks or so. Sure, they’re used, but I like that I can give someone’s discarded garment love that it still deserves. Maybe it’s like taking in strays … like me.