It's been ten days. Shot, left leg. It hurt like hell.

After almost a week, I finally got ahold of my mechanic again. Something with the wiring for the engine computer, he hasn't quite yet figured it out. But it may be done for this weeked. He kept throwing out all sorts of car part names at me and I just sort of acknowledged. I really know very little about cars. It's interesting that my credibility goes up infinitely when I'm read as male though. Too bad that's not actually the case.

I am overly excited about camping this weekend. You have no idea.

I ran today, even though I had a stomach ache. And it was good. It's been some time. I need to keep it up. It's good to have a buddy to run with. We do a fair job of keeping each other to it. And we have the same general pace.

I need to be better about what I put into my body. I need to work on some restraint. I just can't take $1 bills to work, because there are vending machines with candy in them. I need to eat more slowly, so I don't eat too much. I need to eat halves of things and save the rest. I really just need to cut back. I need to keep track of what I eat daily, just so I have a record and then can go from there on cutting back where need be.

Also, I don't like being car-less. Mostly because even my mechanic doesn't yet know what's wrong with my car. Also the expense of fixing it. And the bus. And that expense. Luckily, I haven't had to ride it all that much, because I have awesome friends. But I'd really like my vehicle back by the end of the week so I can drive to Utah. Otherwise, we may have some issues.

I need to write here more. Even if it's not necessarily trans related.

But today, I'll talk trans a bit. I have been letting my sideburns grow. That is, I haven't shaved them in over a week. It's pathetic. My chin hairs come in quite dark and prickly, but not nearly dense enough. Ah well, time I guess.

I've been having a bit of top surgery envy lately. I am still largely on the fence about whether or not I want to actually have surgery, but I am so jealous of the people who do. I want a flat chest more than most things in life. There are just so many complications to that. 1) I don't want huge scars. I want a natural chest. 2) I have an indented sternum, so my chest will never be flat. 3)I don't have the money and would have a hard time spending it on that if I did have it. I'd prefer to travel.

Binding's a bitch though. All sweaty and itchy and acne under it. It cuts under my arms. I want to swim and play in the sun. Walk in the rain. Wear a white shirt. Breathe.

Alas.

I also really want a new job. Seems I have a useless though expensive degree. And I am staunchly opposed to returning to school. I've been applying at some random places, but I'm trying to get away from dogs and into something I will actually enjoy for a long period of time. Or not. Perhaps just something to transition me into something I'll enjoy doing for a long period of time. Really, I'm not too picky. I just need to get paid as much or more than I get now. And not hate my life.

Shot. Right leg. I'm on 200 mg every 10 days now. My doctor said it might work out better for me so I don't feel the lag at the end. Also, apparently my blood iron levels are a bit high. They aren't worried about it, but will check again next time I come in. In the meantime, I'm going to try to stay away from red meats and cereal, as those things have a high iron content.

Just returned from a lovely trip to Kansas with the boy.

Oops. Missed my shot yesterday. My phone decided it was no longer necessary to remind me. It was mistaken. So I've stabbed myself today instead. Left leg.