I'm getting better in many different ways

My liver is almost back to normal as of a week ago. My Endo returned from his summer vacation just in time to agree to prescribe me hormone therapy contingent on a new blood test, to be conducted next Wednesday, on my 35th birthday.

I'm settling into full-time life as a woman quite comfortably. People clock me as trans everywhere I go, but I'm getting used to that, and I'm also comfortable that it will pass, once the hormones kick in and I get my voice under control.

In the mean time, I'm just loving being a woman. I feel like I've had a fishbowl over my head for years, and it has finally been removed, and the world feels startlingly close and responsive. It's like watching TV in colour. It's like being in the front row. I feel alive.

We've all got our body issues; mine happen to centre on some incongruous genitalia that emit testosterone. But I'm getting social acceptance as a woman, and my loved ones have managed to reach a level of acceptance that allows them to be supportive.

So I feel supported, and alive, and my various challenges, taken one at a time, feel surmountable. I guess the slide is over.

Knock wood.