MsVal
03-10-2015, 11:40 AM
As I wish to present as a modest lady, I pay little attention to the 'panties' threads. I do not feel they are something a proper woman would talk about in a public forum. However, I offer my experience as it may be of some help to others.
I had been unable to dress for a number of valid reasons until last Wednesday. Aside from my preschool aged granddaughter, I had the house to myself. I planned to get all ready, except for the clothes. Three hours later, when my wife was expected to come home on her lunch break to relieve me, I would change into something I had laid out, and then leave. I had an appointment with my therapist and was excited for the opportunity to go there dressed.
My granddaughter was still sleeping while I got started. As I stepped into the bathtub, I slipped and fell onto the edge of the tub, striking my lower right side. The pain was immediate and severe. Breathing was done in painful shallow gasps which seemed to be barely adequate. I had to call for help, but even if people were home, they would not be able to hear me.
I normally place the house phone and my cell phone in the bathroom, but in my excitement I neglected to bring them. I managed to drag myself to the bedroom, pull on the blanket and retrieve my cell phone. I called my wife. She answered, said she was with a client and would call me back, then hung up. I called her admin and said it's an emergency. That got my wife's attention and she was home 15 minutes later.
She is an amazing woman. She got me stabilized, made arrangements for one of our daughters to take our granddaughter, got her ready to leave, arranged for a colleague to handle her clients, and got me dressed (I have no male underwear). She got me down the stairs, into her car, and to the best (not the closest) hospital for trauma. All that in just 45 minutes.
An X-ray showed at least two broken ribs; a CAT scan revealed three more, but no organ damage. They assigned my case to the trauma team, loaded me up with pain medicine, admitted me, and took me up to a room where I would stay for two nights.
During my stay, the doctors and nurses had many opportunities to see my body. Their protocol includes a full body inspection, where two nurses examine all the skin surfaces. They saw my shaved body, 36B breasts, and panties. Several times a nurse pulled down the top of my panties to give me a shot of blood thinner. The medicine inventory includes the prescription I take "for anxiety related to my gender identity", and that I was seeing a therapist for help.
Oh, for one moment I did have a brief twinge of anxiety about presenting as a tranny, but then I realized that I AM ONE, and simply being honest about it.
No one gasped, no one asked questions, no one seemed to care about anything but my welfare. Everyone was friendly and easy to talk with, even my roommate whose visitor was overheard saying "that's a he-she" while I was leaving the room.
I've been home since early Friday afternoon, and feeling better each day. I may be able to get by with over-the-counter pain medicine today.
I have the house to myself again, wearing a burgundy top and a burgundy toned skirt. No mention of my unmentionables.
Best wishes
MsVal
I had been unable to dress for a number of valid reasons until last Wednesday. Aside from my preschool aged granddaughter, I had the house to myself. I planned to get all ready, except for the clothes. Three hours later, when my wife was expected to come home on her lunch break to relieve me, I would change into something I had laid out, and then leave. I had an appointment with my therapist and was excited for the opportunity to go there dressed.
My granddaughter was still sleeping while I got started. As I stepped into the bathtub, I slipped and fell onto the edge of the tub, striking my lower right side. The pain was immediate and severe. Breathing was done in painful shallow gasps which seemed to be barely adequate. I had to call for help, but even if people were home, they would not be able to hear me.
I normally place the house phone and my cell phone in the bathroom, but in my excitement I neglected to bring them. I managed to drag myself to the bedroom, pull on the blanket and retrieve my cell phone. I called my wife. She answered, said she was with a client and would call me back, then hung up. I called her admin and said it's an emergency. That got my wife's attention and she was home 15 minutes later.
She is an amazing woman. She got me stabilized, made arrangements for one of our daughters to take our granddaughter, got her ready to leave, arranged for a colleague to handle her clients, and got me dressed (I have no male underwear). She got me down the stairs, into her car, and to the best (not the closest) hospital for trauma. All that in just 45 minutes.
An X-ray showed at least two broken ribs; a CAT scan revealed three more, but no organ damage. They assigned my case to the trauma team, loaded me up with pain medicine, admitted me, and took me up to a room where I would stay for two nights.
During my stay, the doctors and nurses had many opportunities to see my body. Their protocol includes a full body inspection, where two nurses examine all the skin surfaces. They saw my shaved body, 36B breasts, and panties. Several times a nurse pulled down the top of my panties to give me a shot of blood thinner. The medicine inventory includes the prescription I take "for anxiety related to my gender identity", and that I was seeing a therapist for help.
Oh, for one moment I did have a brief twinge of anxiety about presenting as a tranny, but then I realized that I AM ONE, and simply being honest about it.
No one gasped, no one asked questions, no one seemed to care about anything but my welfare. Everyone was friendly and easy to talk with, even my roommate whose visitor was overheard saying "that's a he-she" while I was leaving the room.
I've been home since early Friday afternoon, and feeling better each day. I may be able to get by with over-the-counter pain medicine today.
I have the house to myself again, wearing a burgundy top and a burgundy toned skirt. No mention of my unmentionables.
Best wishes
MsVal