A quick one before I go to bed…

Blog, I mean, it will help me get to sleep quicker if I release the thoughts of the day in this way. Not that I have any specific thoughts. Gosh, this could be very short…

Um… oh yeah, after appearing on BBC television TWO Sundays in a row, albeit briefly, very briefly, well ok for about 3 frames in total (what’s a frame, 1/24^th of a second? Not very long is it…) one of my cousins, the gay one, also appeared on the BBC as a contestant in today’s Bargain Hunt. Needless to say he got a lot more screen-time than I did, but then he did have to put up with the ghastly Tim Wonnacott all day. Anyway, well done old boy, you did the family proud. Wonder which of us will be on telly next?

I think I have finally, properly recovered from my excessive binge on Wednesday night, it took a few days, I don’t do things by halves. Actually come to think of it I was drinking halves, just lots of them. It really took a lot out of me and I have vowed never to do that again, even though it really was a fun night. Having spent some time living cleanly and healthily and really looking after my skin and everything I felt I’d blown all that away in just one night; spots and lumps suddenly started appearing again, my skin looked awful and the rings under my eyes looked like they had been applied with a marker pen. Never again. No I mean it this time. I do, honest.

Pip and I are hoping to get down the Village soon, I certainly shall avoid all alcohol until then, and might even try to stay completely sober when we do go out. Though that will be odd. If I do drink, it certainly won’t be excessively. I think that’s the way it has to be from now on. I can’t drink anywhere near as much as I used to get away with, probably largely because of the hormones, and also my ever-increasing age, ugh. Anyway, all the doctors have said I mustn’t drink excessively so it’s about time I did what they told me.

Speaking of doctors, I got a date for my next appointment at Charing Cross, at the end of May. No blood test results yet, which should have arrived by now so perhaps I ought to chase that up. From what I’ve heard, CX, if not the whole NHS in general is permanently in a state of, the right hand doesn’t know what the left is doing, so I can’t say I’m surprised. I would like to see my results though, to make sure everything is ok and out of interest to see what my testosterone and oestrogen levels are like. Hopefully, low and high, respectively. Development seems ok though, slow, gradual, like watching paint dry. Patience Lucy, patience. I posted some pics on the forum of my boobs at 3, 6 and 12 months, you can see it’s working, subtly. I’ve just passed 15 months now, maybe I should take some more pics, but I don’t think much has changed since the 12 month mark, besides, I have unsightly lumps on my chest after my binge (I get them on my chest as well as my face, alcohol is a BAD thing).

So it’s back to my regime of self-care, in fact today I’m actually starting to feel good again having felt pretty rough all weekend. No more toxins. Healthy body, healthy mind, or is it the other way round?

Night-night all.

xx