Yesterday marked eight whole weeks on testosterone, which seems at once a long time and not that long of a time. The Changes have been slow but exciting, and after this much time they seem appreciable. My voice is starting to sound like a man voice, albeit a high nasal smurfish man, and I keep noticing little body things (thighs having more muscle than fat? WTF?) It's hitting me that this is all actually happening, for realz.
I've been thinking about top surgery in a way I haven't really before. Previously (by which I mean before the last few days) it was this event in the future for which I was saving up money, though the exact date didn't really matter because the T was exciting enough. Now I'm feeling more like it's something that I need to think about more actively, to save specific cash for, to look into doctors for; basically to happen asap.
Part of this concern is probably based on the fact that my employer, beset by financial woes, is cutting my health insurance in April. Not that my health insurance would cover surgery or that I would plan of raising the money by then, but without health insurance I'll have to pay for all my standard transition related doctor visits (which are covered) out of my own pocket. This plus student loans kicking in in January means that I'll be putting a lot less money into savings per month, and will probably have to get a second job (which could potentially be another layer of lousiness, having to explain to some coffee hut manager why there's an F for female on my various government IDs, or alternately, if I present as female, why a girl like me is growing sideburns.)
So, as a warning, I'm about to launch a deliciously decadent fundraising campaign to cut off my boobs, complete with paypal donation button and fun pie chart graphix. Look out!
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