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Happy birthday to my little angel today! She is a full 9 years old! And straight into a convent by the time she is ten. Either that or I am investing in a shotgun. If she thinks she is ever going to date (which will be never), when those little boys come to the house to meet me I will be sitting at the table cleaning it. Just as a reminder, of course. And, I may be the Psycho Ninja, but I do have great aim with guns.
I start at the museum on Monday. I am having someone cover my class because this is supposedly an all-day orientation meeting, and even if we get done at an early enough time I don’t want to worry about making it to campus. Then, I heard from the publisher of my second book. Since they now have the 25% received and approved, they will pay me the amount as indicated by the contract. It is hardly enough to put me on easy street, but since I don’t know when my first museum check will be, and the boats are about done for the season (I work two short shifts a week, if that, right now), this will sure keep the bank account afloat. Plus, I can finally get some furniture. For the first time in 15 months I will finally have my own bed again. Now, if only I had a certain someone here to help me break it in……………oh, my……..another trip to the cold shower.
But the really big news
Today I finally got over to the clinic to have blood drawn. I see the endocrinologist again in just three weeks, and after he sees the results I should be put on some sort of hormones, or whatever treatment he thinks I should take first. Keep your fingers crossed. After coming out, this is the next big step. I am already anticipating my first good cry.
I also contacted a local gender clinic yesterday by e-mail about setting an appointment but haven’t heard back yet. I figure they’ll get back in touch with me sometime this afternoon. I didn’t call them because I was on campus and right now they do not know, although I almost outed myself the other day. Once I get hired back for another term, and that goes well, they will have to know.
But the yucky news is that I weighed myself at the clinic today and was not happy. I have not been walking, or exercising, like I should have been lately, and I saw that in the scale. I better hit the gym again this week, and good.
There was also a breakthrough with that friend of mine. He left me a voice mail the other day, and he called me "Meredith."
