Yep, the darn thing is still there.
Yesterday was my annual physical. Since I now go to the doctor en femme, I couldn't stop thinking how funny it must be for her to have to do those bit checks and prostate things to me but she is a great person and a great doctor and takes it all in stride.
I arrived in an orange skirt and a soft top with wedge sandals to show off my pedicure. Full makeup, padded bra (didn't want my normal forms to add to my weight!), and jewelry.
Since I've already listed my prefered name with them I signed in at reception with my "legal" first initial, then Barbara, then my last name. The receptionist and all of the staff called me Barbara (Yep, that's Persephony's real name).
I've known my doctor and her nurse for about 25 years so the receptionist and I chatted as she took my blood pressure, height, weight, blood oxygen, etc.
Then they had me take all my clothes off and change into the paper dress thing. Oh well, I managed to drape my bright orange skirt across the chair.
I'd brought my doctor a "laundry list" of items and she dealt with them one by one as she examined me.
Some days life just feels so "normal."
Hugs,
Persephone.