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December 2023
SJ and I are now over. Sometimes it happens and we have to move on, as life goes on ... we're still friends and I still love him ... but we have different paths moving forward.
7th September 2022
A big thank you to all my well wishers today, thank you everyone.
A day of emotional highs and lows, started with the latter, a good friend of mine, met through other circles recently found out he was terminally ill, the Big C, damn that thing, his unknown time left, has quickly turned against him more so and maybe has a day left on this earth, i am still in shock having only spent time with him about a month or so ago. This evening has perked me up a bit, going out for a meal with my folks and SJ. A nice evening rounded up with a victory at cards.
9th March 2017
I am still feeling a bit sore after my third session at Villa Park's academy, but it was fun, and im already looking forward to next week, but it would be a lot better if a few more trans people came along, here's hoping im not the only one who thinks this is a great opportunity, one for which trans folk dont get that often. For more information, look at Birmingham LGBT and trans activate on the internet
22nd February 2017
This evening, I have just taken part in a trans gender football session in Birmingham. It was brilliant to get out and play again after so long having not done so, possibly the only disappointment was how many people turned up, so, if you're transgender and reading this - and live not so far from Birmingham, why not search Birmingham TAGS on facebook - or message me for further details. I would love to think we could make it five or six aside. I dare say I am not the only trans person who hasnt played for some time. The football is on Wednesday evenings, 5pm to 6pm and is totally free.
15th February 2017
Five years ago today, I went infor my GRS and five years ago today, i finished a part of a journey I have been on for virtually the entirety of my adult life, the funniest thing about it is, it started me on another journey, of reinvention. Some five years later, I am not sure the journey I was on, is completed, or not, the lines have blurred somewhat.
13th February 2017
This evening, i have been for my first TAGS swim session with my friend Sophie - and i really enjoyed it - i would recommend it to any trans person getting acclimatized to going swimming again - they are - http://www.tagswim.co.uk/ and are on facebook also.
1st June 2015
Good Luck to Sophie on her first day at work with me... im sure you will be fine, just another walk in the park Ms W... :-)
12th December
Having got to the point of tearing my own hair out with my frustration of finding my next batch of wigs, I boldly decided to go with my own hair, and basically, I haven't looked back, its really come on loads in the last few months and wearing a wig is in the past for me. I am having to learn about how to make it look good, picture learning to ride a bike for the first time, a good mum helps!
5th November
I have just come through my first day at my new employer. An office job at long last, it may have only been 4 hours early this morning, and no, its not a cleaning job, its a call centre support role in an office setting, and it means so much to me to finally move on from my time at Moto, who have been so good to me, and i will never forget my time there, but the time had come for me to move on, andi had wanted to move on for some time. Now, finally, i have done so and now, maybe i can really get on with my life, closer to home and happier with things. Happy bonfire night x
13th July
A quick one, if any of my friends are going to Sparkle, text me while you're up (friday only) ... maybe we'll get 5 mins to natter... x
26th February
My partner and I were planning to go to Leeds for March LFF but unfortunately I cant make it, we have a room booked at travelodge, right next door to LFF. If anyone is looking for a late room in leeds, please message me or sj12345, thankyou x
25th November
Ok, so, its been a while since I updated my space on chix, truth is, i havent really been on here much of late as such. So, whats new, job, man-friend in my life, and a bit more ups and downs physically. What does this mean? i have been in and out of hospital recently, for one thing or another, I have also been to Charing Cross several times since February but all is on the mend in that department and I can happily report that my body is starting to dust itself down from surgery, which is really pleasing, given that I felt empty, sort null and void, whereas now, im much more a case of box of frogs in terms of how my body feels below :-) :-) ;-)
Work is currently going well, im training for a new role with my current employer and its allowing me just a syringe-full's worth of fashion exploration, which, is a syringe-full's more than what i had before, which feels like a pint full lol.
7th August
Wooooooooo..... footy season not far off now..... yayyyyyyyy
So, you know what that means,
fantasy footy yay....
So, I have created a chix league on the fa premierleague website, details are below:
You firstly need to sign up, or log in with your original details, those of you who did last season, simply need to renew your password, otherwise, go to:
http://fantasy.premierleague.com/
The address, for joining a league, is:
http://fantasy.premierleague.com/my-leagues/
click on private league, and enter the below code (this should be done once you have either reregistered, or registered.. but you should have your team created)
The pin for entry is:
87842-28200
See you there,
Katherine,
Manager, Solanos Dream XI
:-)
13th -15th July
Wow... what a great weekend... met loads of people, a few good friends as well... Chris_B, Laura Sandford, Stacey Bird, Tonilouise, CindywithaC and Mr Flannery. Went up with sj12345 and he was a brilliant co-driver at the start and a good chaperone secondly. Friday started with two cars going a little pear shaped, the second meant only being able to play with 75% of its normal GT power, oh no, imagine that, not being able to have all the horses working together, some were, apparently on strike LOL. So, with 25% less horses than planned, we made our way to Leeds, only to be led astray by a sat nav system telling us to leave the M-way and have a scenic divertion around some picturesque place called Sowerby. Still, it was a really nice way to get to know my chaperone and have a good chin wag, thankyou so much to my secret fairygodmother, you know who you are lol... your magic wand is truly that, we need to catch up and do some more intensive makeup stuff, hopefully, in the next month or so, if you can... (as and when is fine).
So, when we eventually got back ... we had a fab night and I felt like a goddess :-) Saturday, for me, came and went, i was ABSOLUTELY shattered and spent most of the day recovering from the intense Friday.
Eventually made it out late-ish and ate at Villagios for the first time, it was really nice, thanks folks. Saturday night was good too, caught up with one or two faces and met some cool straight folks too LOL.
Sunday has been pretty good, getting up and getting back to stafford in comfort, thankyou Sj, I really enjoyed your company, was nice to get back to Stafford, two days of good weather has done wonders for the garden, the Hemorocallis Stafford has flowered and the first Cosmos is on its way out too (no pun intended, way out LOL), the Gazanias are starting to blossom and the Echiums are looking good.
12th July 2012
A day before Sparkle 2012 kicks off and I am about to head off to bed, i know i know, Murray lost, but didnt he do well, getting to the final, never mind pet, you have time on your side.
Me, well, time is just drifting for me, i am generally feeling the effect of low morale post surgery, i guess i am in need of some intensive tlc.
34 year old, recently post op transsexual seeks life partner, ideally someone who understands that, whilst im trans, i still want the same things any woman wants in her ideal man. Im 5' 11 out of heels and ideally would prefer a taller man, someone 6ft 3 or taller... but height isnt the be all and end all.
28th May 2012
Its funny that My chix diary seems to find itself being updated every time I am in London. I have just come back from a very good if slightly painful appointment at Charing Cross. I feel that all of my concerns were dealt with, i had some follow up treatment and follow up appointments and follow up requests for treatment were undertaken with a view to being pushed along. My Estrogen levels are currently sitting nicely within the defined levels of being 400 and 600, which they are happy with, even though a year ago, I was outside that level at 398 and my dosage hasnt changed. I am concerned that maybe I should have been on a higher level before and that maybe that should be the case now, I am however, happy enough to know that things GR-wise are going with me in a positive sort of way.
This in turn has lifted my spirits in relation to my lack of any real libido. Today I initially saw Dr Lorimer, this was due to the admin people rescheduling a planned appointment of September earlier due to a number of cancellations, they simply brought mine forward, which I was more than happy to do. Dr Lorimer was a nice enough doctor and he was happy enough to write to my GP to see about getting follow up Laser treatment, given that I have already had to privately fund my treatments so far and that in some cases, such treatments are undertaken. He documented my progress and arranged for me to see Ms Middleton to evaluate my issues with my fufu, which was the cause for a sharp stinging pain moment, which fortunately lasted for only 30 seconds. It was treated for granulation, apparently the skin hadnt healed as it should have done so and it was promptly treated along with the skin area nearby which she thought to be a little tender in appearance.
I am also having further blood tests to make sure my hormone levels are correct in about eight weeks time. In addition to this and the above, I am hoping to see a voice surgeon before the end of the year to explore the issue of surgery for my vocal cords, I am not happy with my progress, or lack of, with regards to speech and I have always had problems on the phone, this isnt going to go away (or at least thats what my mind is telling me)
On matters more personally, I have had my heart set on being with someone for too long? its now obvious to me that if one cannot respond to text messages, then, its really not worth pushing it or wishing for it to be something you know that it isnt gonna be.
Hobbies wise, the garden is coming along nicely, it can be seen at:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/katherine247
16th April 2012
Just come back from Charing Cross for my 8 week post op follow up. All is well and im healing nicely. Looking forward to getting back to normal now, as much as is possible... this is the beginning of the rest of my life....
February 2012 – Fulfilling one’s destiny
This is the diary of a mid thirties transsexual woman on her latest stage of her journey to being the way she feels she should have always been. Charing Cross and Gender reassignment surgery. The names of my new friends have been changed to maintain their privacy at what can be a difficult and new time for those getting through this stage of their lives.
Monday 13th February
Having spent most of the day sorting out the last of the odds and ends I am now a three figured amount of money lighter and still no further to sorting out yesterday’s nonsense with the Home Contents Insurance. It really is unbelievable but I am going to put that to the back of my mind for the time being. I am currently doing a Richard Branson like sprint down to the capital on one of my favorite trains, the gloriously streamlined and graceful Pendelino, number 27, good choice, she thinks, Steven Taylor, Philippe Albert and Jonathan Woodgate, all numbers have some significance, don’t they? I am sitting in a rear facing seat and am looking out occasionally to see a window of total darkness, oh well, never mind, at this stage of proceedings, the scenery is going to have to do without me.
Prior to today, I have been trying to get everything sorted so that I didn’t have anything to worry about during my time away from home, such as the car getting MOT’d and taxed, and I think I have got most things sorted and the things which aren’t, will just have to wait. I had one ebay item to post and I will have to do so when I am down in London, I’m sure my friend Mike will help make that happen, he’s really good like that.
So, as my red chariot of fire and twenty first century engineering races towards London and I am wishing for her speedy and safely arrival, my mind is really occupied with the experiences that I have beyond 4pm tomorrow. Back to today however I initially opted not to step, I had intentionally not booked it in the immediate aftermath of the Wednesday session, as I was thinking maybe this was going to be one step too far in the time leading up to me having to be ready to be collected and dropped off at the railway station. A last gap change of heart changed nothing as the class was already fully booked, if I was twenty, then there would have been a LOL or an OMG at that point, but for this, I am going to deploy a sense of increasing maturity.
My train is nice and quiet, the carriage I am in has about half a dozen people in and they seem to be minding their own businesses and this is creating a perfect thinking space for me as I find myself overwhelmed (almost) with an array of feelings <will everything go ok?> < will I be in much pain?> just one or two of these thoughts. The young man who seemed to be sitting in my allocated seat quickly departs at the first stop and I opt to hop across just in case (of the ticket officer) although it would seem that this red dragon is on her last run and there isn’t a ticket collector on board. The man in the seat in front of me seems to have something very interesting on his laptop, something like a glitzy department store e-zine, lots of expensive female orientated products, probably for his girlfriend or maybe someone else. The world is such a big place with lots of different people, I should know all about what being different means, one in every ten thousand people I read somewhere, the potential to be quite lonely and this is something I am trying to avoid.
Right, let’s see what the Restaurant car has to offer tonight and as I do, the unmistakable light of the laptop screen catches my eye, almost without being able to avoid it as an advertisement for Versace finds itself sitting alongside Rimmel, in the same publication, never!! Having said that, it is still catching my eye and having dined on the convenient forms of nourishment from the onboard restaurant, my eyes refocus on the gap between the seats and to the fancy products adorning the pages of this magazine, I know, I know, I shouldn’t be looking, but what can I say, the largely silent train journey is proving to be an interesting one at that, I can hear every movement of 390027 as she accelerates to her optimum pace, across each set of points and each flash of light from the electricity show from the pantograph on the top of the train, so….. one moment for the thoroughbred…. one for the glamorous department store magazine in seat nine and these two thoughts seem to dominate the mind of someone on the way to having life changing surgery, life changing, interesting words… she ponders… I think the surgery is less life changing and more life improving. My life has already changed, I am happier but there are still fundamental issues to be resolved and they are to a fair degree tied to work and love.
One might think that love is impossible but whilst the queue might seem long for my heart, I just feel it needs to be right and that is what is holding me back, at the weekend, I undertook a romantic gesture, even though the man is seeing another tg-woman, no, its not a vain attempt to be a love/relationship wrecker, more so, it is for him to know that I think he is a special man. I hope he doesn’t figure it out straight away, maybe using a piece of photography he created and published on the net is a bit of give away, I hope most of all that he can smile about it even if just on the inside. God, that man in front is just teasing, that magazine is just full of lovely treats, perfume, makeup, clothes, bags, shoes!!! I am, also thinking that the garden should be coming on a lot when I get back there are lots of things to see which will be new for 2012. There were quite a few shoots coming through but it was too early to tell what was what. Just as my mind stops thinking about home, the train slows down, I think we must be at Rugby already, this part of my journey to being on the operating table is going really quick, it must have been some sets of signals before approaching a station and its Milton Keynes Central, oh my god, I will be lying back and getting anesthetized before I know it.
Tuesday 14th February
After a long sleep at Mike’s, well, too long a sleep, I am quickly up and getting ready and deciding what things are best to take into hospital in my travel bag and after having a bit of a tiswas about what not to take, we got everything into the car and headed across the capital to the hospital. We made it to Charing Cross in good time, well, five minutes to four o’clock and I thanked Mike for all he had done, and headed off to my destiny. Finding the ward was relatively easy, but we had to wait what seemed like an eternity, in a daytime room with chairs and a television and so on…. it was really warm and there was this horrible smell from the space I was sitting in. In the end I decided to walk back to where I had seen a Costa Coffee shop for a little light relief from the stuffy space.
I was never so relieved to be drinking Hot Chocolate, it was a nice sweet taste and that room felt like someone had died… it was a terrible smell and who knows, maybe I was the only one in there who could smell it… either way, I knew I was looking forward to getting on to the ward properly and just before two hours of waiting, my name was called.. and I was off to my bay, not ebay this time, Fbay, this was to be home for the next seven days and I was allocated the bed F6 which gave me a view of all the comings and goings on to the six bed bay, which, being one for wanting to see everyone coming and going felt good, not sure I was necessarily going to feel like that having had GRS.
Quickly I find myself meeting new friends, Emma, a girl from the North West and Helena, a girl from Italy who was just brilliant with me straight away, made me feel at ease, she was in the bed opposite and we have immediately hit it off, she is into fashion and we have compared notes on life so far, oddly, she isn’t tg but is more than socially aware so a pleasant end to the evening, I guess the occasion is still pretty much to hit me but I’m happy enough, not sure whether I should be taking all my makeup off before I am to go to sleep, this was one of the pre arrival dilemmas, so far in life, only one or two people have seen me minus makeup and I generally don’t go far without it, never mind the hair issue, I decide to go and change into my new nightie set and change my hair also.
Emma, the other girl I have spoken to, is in for corrective surgery, having had her op one year ago, we have chatted and she has a nice garden and a cat called Tigger, she has her own business and very much blended into her community, a role model for me, in many ways, she is a little older than me, she seems to be a keen gardener but more focused on the growing of tomatoes and vegetables as opposed to plants and flowers. I suggested we swap tips and introduced her to some of my magical gardening thoroughbreds Gazania Tiger Stripe, Hemoracallis and Allium Globemaster.
Tomorrow is the day I am expected to have my operation and its looking more and more like I will be having a PM operation or maybe even Thursday morning as I have yet to see anyone about the operation itself and the only interaction so far was to have some food at about six o’clock and to take an injection. I haven’t seen the nurse since but I am sure that they have a lot of other people to be looking after, although I have to confess to wanting a good cup of tea or two, I am really not so used to going to bed at the early evening time of half ten and as things are quietening down I am thinking more and more about tea… Its now nearly midnight and I still haven’t had an evening cup of tea and I haven’t seen anyone about, so I guess if I want it, I am going to have to go and see about getting it myself, just as I start to shuffle off the bed, it would appear the girl next door has some complications and I decide to stay where I am, I can wait and I don’t want to be getting in the way, that might be me in a few days time. Valentines day has gone, Wednesday here we come…
Wednesday 15th February
I haven’t been able to sleep, I have largely tossed and turned in bed and only when I look at the clock to see it saying 05.15 do I start to think I should see about speaking to a nurse to see if I can be given something for the restlessness but again, there is no one around. I decide to get out of bed and walk along to the nurses workstation, the Nurse I come across tells me I cant just be given them, maybe this is a good thing, and I am trying not to be a pain… I wish I could just go to sleep… I am tempted to make acquaintances with the girl in the bed to the right as she seems to be, like me, wide awake and rustling about, but I hesitate, it is still half five in the morning and I’m thinking that this would probably be the last thing she would want from her new neighbour. The idea of a cup of tea seems like a good idea and I set off to try and find such a thing, I do have very simple food and drink needs and thirteen hours without a cuppa seems like an awful long time. No fluids, no tea I am told when I arrive at the workstation area, I guess I should have expected it, oh well, I am going to try and get some sleep, fingers crossed, I guess my nerves are starting to get to me somehow.
No sooner do things quieten down again but a Nurse appears to start doing her rounds but blondie over the way, to my diagonal right seems to have gotten priority this morning which is fine. I am just feeling like I have a bit of a headache and am probably not going to feel much better until this is resolved. Blondie is the codename for the girl who I saw at my pre-op assessment back in January, she appears to be a lot younger than anyone else and I have to confess to being pretty envious of her, she looks amazing.
Getting back to the events, shortly afterwards blondie is given her enema and then it’s my turn, the first peculiar experience if my time in hospital. This is to clear out the back passage, knowing how little I ate in the days leading up to coming down makes me think this is probably a waste of time, but they were right and having had my enforced number two, it was then time to shower and having managed to almost flood the ward, I got into my robe and put on my novelty stockings, no not proper stockings, hospital type ones to prevent me from getting deep vein thrombosis, otherwise known as DVT. These had been issued last night and feel like too sizes too small. All I can think of at the moment is having a bed by the window, I can hear that we are on the flight path to one of the London airports and all I can hear is plane after plane. I decide to wander to what I think is the best window for seeing the planes and as I get there, I hear a soft sounding hello, this was Sarah, she was from the very far south west, she sounds really cool and we click straight away, well, of course we would, she has a shark teddy on her bed, a great white… called Fergil.
Then, out of the blue, Dr Bellringer appears in the mini corridor between the curtained off bed spaces, in his cycling shorts and nips in to talk to Blondie. I have now decided Sarah has the best bed on FBay as she can see the planes coming in over the tower blocks by the hospital… oh well, never mind… Having spoken to Blondie, Dr Bellringer pops out from the curtained area and asks for me to join him in my bedside area to sign and date the consent form and before I know it, I am told that I am to be escorted up to the theatre. The two young nurses who have been looking after me arrive to collect me and we walk on along through the Marjorie Warren ward and along to the patients lift. We are soon on our way up to a dizzy height of the fourteenth floor. The lift takes us up to the fifteenth and we then have to go down some stairs down to the fourteenth, getting out of the lift on fifteen gives me a sharp reminder of my fear of heights and I try to focus on other things, I try to think of a neutral space, like a room or something like that. We soon arrive in a reception area where my files are waiting to be handled and shortly we are then redirected to the correct theatre, number six.
The theatre seems to have its own little reception area where the anesthetists work out from, the three of them were moving about getting things ready for me, myself and my two nurse friends were standing on the other side of a line waiting for me to be handed over… then… in about two or three minutes, I was introduced to them… they took over my handling and the two nurses left. There was a nicely spoken woman, eastern European by the look of her, an American sounding man and another who I don’t really recall, I was asked to get on to the black trolley which was to my right and I was talked through what was about to happen to me. I was firstly to start to breathe oxygen from a mask placed in front of my mouth and that I was to be firstly given the anesthetic and following on from that an Epidural, which I wasn’t really sure what this meant, the American told me that this was to help deal with the pain immediately after surgery. I was soon injected with the sleeping solution and it was a peculiar sensation of feeling this run into my hand, up my arm and then into my shoulder area, once I felt that, I was under.
The next thing I can remember was waking up in the recovery area at five past one. I felt comfortable and not in any pain and just felt sleepy-ish so I went back to sleep and the next thing I remember was being moved from the trolley back on to my bed in FBay.
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