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Title: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 04:15:41 PM
Hello Folks,                   20 April 2020

I wrote this in my journal back in March 2018. I'm going to post my complete journal here on this brand new Transgender Resource, TRANS HAVEN. Thank You Dena. Dena is the Love of My Life.

Hello Folks,                   18 March 2018

Hi, I'm Christine. When I finally realized and accepted that I am MTF I had an enormous feeling of relief and happiness at being so and gratitude for the help my counselor gave me.

The desire to be a girl only left me when I was a young adult wanting to be a women. All this happened years ago; I'm a product of the 1940's, pre WW II. At any rate, I tried to suppress my desire as best that I could. I eventually married and began wearing my wife's clothes with her blessing. Eventually divorced, remarried and divorced again.

A little over eight years ago I was wearing women's clothing full time and living as a woman, though I don't think anyone noticed it for what it was. I didn't try to pass as female due to physical limitations. Sometimes it pays to be a bit flamboyant and eccentric.

I enjoyed what I was doing but didn't feel fulfilled. I was living in denial and deceit. I realized I needed to come to terms with who and what I was. At that time the only thing I knew about transgender was how to spell it; I was essentially clueless.

Onto the Internet and all that it promised; lots of info. I did a lot of searching and found Sherry Joanne's Transition Web Site; a fine documentary of her passage through transition plus a wealth of other transgender information. It was during my research I realized I must be transgender. I looked for a counselor, made an appointment and had a visit. Her conclusion was that I was a female in a man's body, hence Transgender.

Prior to my final counselor visit, some email went back and forth between us. In one of the emails I received from her she made a statement that had a profound impact on me. Here's her statement: "As you wear gals' clothes most of the time, think of an identity name that goes with that, such as gender-nonconforming, that feels honest." When I read this sentence I felt liberated and positive that I am a real woman, though I don't look like one... Yet!!!.
My response to her was: "I believe my gender ID should be female, which is where I am mentally and where I want to be physically; even prior to my orchiectomy and HRT, female is the most honest and correct gender ID I can think of. I did spend time trying to come up with something cute and witty. In the end, anything other than female would have been untrue and a continuation of the denial I have been living with most of my life."

Monday should be an exciting day; I have an appointment with my primary doctor; I will be outing myself to him and hope he will be there to help me transition or will find someone that can and will if he is unable. I'll let you know how it goes.

Speaking of outing oneself, I hadn't the foggiest as to how I should go about it, I just knew I wanted to and should do it and hope for the best. My first outing turned out to be with my gastro and was a very fulfilling event. Next I outed to a family of dear friends. I received their love and complete support for my transition. What a fantastic experience. Each time I do it I feel another surge of happiness. Why did I wait so long to decide to transition???

Nothing is going to stop me, I am going to travel this sometimes bumpy road to my destiny, which is to be what I have wanted to be since I was a young boy of 5; being a girl, a woman and a real female. I have now begun the adventure of a lifetime. I've had many great adventures in life, this will be one of the greatest. To keep things in perspective, during my transition I met the Love of My Life, Dena; my relationship with Her is and Has Been The Greatest Event of My Life; Nothing will ever Transcend it. I Love You Dena Dear, With All My Heart and Soul.

Best Always, Love 

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 04:41:57 PM
Hi Folks,                           18 March 2018

I can't wait for tomorrow to out myself to my Doctor of over 20 years. He is also a personal friend so I'm not worried about him not accepting my decision to transition. He already knows that I want an orchiectomy and that I dress in women's clothes so I seriously doubt that he will be surprised.

I now know what and who I am and what I want to be for the remainder of my life. That being said I am sure I do not need a lengthy trial period. Also, I'm not a spring chicken so I don't want to waste any more time than I already have. Old too soon; smart too late; though I won't let it be too late for me this time.

Starting on female hormones without the AA's should, in my opinion, help initiate my feminization. Then an orchiectomy, should, (IMO) speed up the feminization process. My goal is to have my physical self align with my true female gender in less time than it would using AAs. When the alignment becomes obviously noticeable, it will be the blessing I am hoping for. I'm already looking at bras though I won't be buying one until I have something real to put in one.

My appointment with a surgeon that provides services for our community is less than a month away. I hope he will accept where I'm coming from and will schedule my orchiectomy for shortly thereafter.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 05:08:03 PM
Hi  Folks,                        19 May 2018

Got up later than usual this AM; went to bed later than usual so I guess it all evened out.

Fed the kids (arf,  arf, & arf) fed this old gal, typed up the items I wanted to discuss with the Doc. Got that done, took the kids out for their morning "duty" stroll; ate b-fast, showered and dressed in sexy panties, cami and top, nice slacks, flashy sneakers then headed for my appointment with the Doctor.

Took care of the medical stuff, which was a shot for my seasonal allergies; That done I handed him my transition letter from the counselor, His first comment was "I'm proud of you." He was fully supportive and said he would write a letter for the surgeon recommending the orchi without going through the trial period with AAs.

We discussed the hormones; he said he had ok'd prescription refills for trans patients but had never started anyone on them. He said he would find a good endocrinologist to handle my hormone treatment. We talked a lot about my transition and how I came to this point. I gave him the bio I wrote just for this situation and he agreed this is what I need to do.

I think my 10 minute appointment ran for over an hour. I tell people I'd hate to be the person with the appointment that follows mine.

I felt like a million bucks on my way home. Things, so far, are going very well. After taking the kids out I saw the mail truck coming down our route so I waited for my favorite "Female-man" to get to my house. She pulled up to where I was standing. We said our pleasantries and then I asked her if she could keep a secret. Of course she said sure she could. I then told her I am transgender MTF. She started laughing and said: "No you're not, you  are too manly." We went back and forth having a good time yuking it up and her not believing me. I eventually said; "Look at the clothes I'm wearing, what do you think?" she said "You look kind of gay." So I pulled the lace strap of my camisole out through the neck of my top, at which she then realized I wasn't joking. So this went well and was a lot of fun. She brought up a point when she asked me if I was going to date men. I said no, I like women and want to be one.

She left, which left me thinking: Who am I supposed to date, if I decide to date? To be clear, I love women and like to be with them doing whatever they do and being one. When I am in a mixed gender social setting I always gravitate towards the women. I like talking with them; they are much more interesting than most men who love to talk about macho stuff like football, baseball, basketball, golf, etc. I could care less about that stuff, I like to listen to and be with the ladies and to be one. I really can't see myself dating a man; I was one for almost 78 years and know what they're like, UGH!

My next stop was to another lady friend and she was completely supportive. I didn't have a lot of time with her as her husband, my buddy, is ill. Next I visited my deceased buddies widow and let her read the letter and bio. Her first comment was: "At least you could have given me a bit of a warning." I told her that's what I have been doing with the clothing I wear. When I ride my bike I wear women's shorts, tank top, socks and shoes. They are always bright colors and most of the time there is something in hot pink, my favorite color. Hint: if you see a 78 year old transgender woman wearing hot pink, there's a chance it's me. If she has a hot pink ball cap on that says "NAVY" on it, it probably is me. Now all you have to do is figure out where I am; HINT: The largest piece of real-estate in CONUS. Before I left she asked if she was going to loose her pasture Mower. I told her no, I'll still mow the pasture and to top things off she gains a "Lady friend."

I think I'm having too much fun outing myself; it could become habit forming.  This has to be it for today; I need sleep. A bit of advice to anyone wavering; don't wait too long like I did.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 06:03:09 PM
Hi Folks,                          20 March 2018

My understanding is that once we are transitioning to female, we loose the funky male odor common to males.  Before I started to transition I always wondered why I smelled so bad after sweating a little. I hate the smell and will be glad that will go after the orchie.

I think the seats they put on bikes are meant to torture our anatomy; having the orchie  should help resolve that issue. I have purchased numerous saddles (bike seats). Eventually, you will find one that is compatible with your anatomy. One of the things I found that helps cushion the crotch is using panty liners in my panties. I buy Poise Ultra thin pads, long length #3 on the absorbency scale. I get them at Walmart; you can find some that are thicker and wider but they may end up chaffing the inside of your thighs. I think it's a trial and error situation. Buy the smallest package you can the first time.

There are times here that the wind is so strong that it's almost impossible to ride down hill; its actually easier to ride up. It's usually windy here with 50 mph winds being common.

Here is a little something that I discovered during my transgender research: Getting rid of the testes (Orchie) can add years to ones life span. Several studies indicate that anywhere from 5 to 19 years. I hope I can be awake during the Orchie, it will be a dream come true.

I have never been happier than I am now that I have embraced my femininity and started my adventure of transition. I know that being a women is what I had been searching for all my life. I just wasn't looking in the right places.

Best Always, Love


NOTE: Comment 14 December 2019:
This journal entry was written in March 2018, Before I met Dena. I'm now happier than I have ever been because Dena is now in my life and the Love of My Life. Thank You Dear.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 06:15:00 PM
Hi Folks,                               25 March 2018

My transition and outing have been going well; did experience a minor setback when I went to the endocrinologists office to make an appointment; they scheduled my appointment for three and a half months out; that is July.

I was hoping to have had the orchie done by then and be on my way with HRT sans testes. Started looking for a new endo doc. Friday morning I located one not far from where I take my showers. She said she was new to the transgender world but would be glad to help me. Took her up on the offer figuring we could work on the transition project together, both learning along the way. She has been an endo for 21 years so she has to know a lot. She was recruited by one of the premier medical practices in this area: DFW. Now you know where to find me.

One of the pluses that may come from her accepting me as her patient is that she will take good care of me and be willing to accept more of us as clients; a win win for all.

Friday I decided to drive over to her office so I'd know the best way to get there. Got there w/o a hitch so I went inside to fill out the paperwork.

Got that done so headed for home; on the way I decided to stop by the first endo's office to pick up my medical records and cancel my appointment with him.

Here it is Sunday morning, two more days until my appointment. Will update later that day.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 06:25:12 PM
Hi Folks,                25 March 2018

After I cancelled my original endo appointment and retrieved my records, I talked to a friend that has a tran relative that goes to this same doctor. She told me that the doc makes you wait a long time for the first appointment. After you finally get there the doc looks over your paperwork then tells you he can't do a thing for you until you see a psychiatrist. This should have been mentioned prior to the first appointment. So now you have to find a psycho doc, wait until he/she sees you, then make another appointment with the endo and another long wait, which pushes you out to about a year.

I hope the new doctor I will see this Tuesday morning turns out to be a really great endocrinologist that will be willing to serve our community. I'll let you all know how it goes Tuesday afternoon. I have a good feeling about her in that she told me up front that she didn't have a lot of experience with transgender patients and that if I was willing to let her treat me she would help me. Can't ask for more than that. I am hoping she starts me on HRT Tuesday. I am really looking forward to being the woman I have always wanted to be.

In a few more months I'll turn 78, which is the number in my screen name. I have adopted the name Christine to be the name I will take when I legally change my name soon after my orchiectomy, which I hope happens next month. I am the happiest I have ever been and know I will even be happier once I have had my Orchie.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 06:39:26 PM
Hi Folks,                              27 March 2018

I went to my appointment with my new endocrinologist today; I struck gold. When she walked into the exam room, the place sparkled. I instantly knew she was the right doctor. She is everything you could want in a doctor and a lot more. I had a good feeling and lots of good vibes even before I met her. She spent over an hour with me; how often do you find that.

I asked her if she would be willing to help our community and she said yes. She has to put a team together because she is only one person and wouldn't be able to handle it at the moment. She said she will let me know when I can reveal her name.

I feel completely safe in her hands. She prescribed transdermal patches, so I'll use those until my next appointment 2 months down the road. She is going to write the surgeon a letter okaying the orchiectomy. My preliminary appointment with him is Monday 09 April 2018.

Do you think I'm happy? You bet I am. Now, if I can just figure out how to get the patch out of its wrapper.

I applied the first patch at exactly 1600 hours CDT today; I'm on my way to being the woman I have always wanted to be.

Now I am anxiously looking forward to "Borchiday" and then every year thereafter my "orchiversary."

I really think there was a higher power that interceded on my behalf, directing me to my new doctor. I am blessed. I plan to follow her treatment to the letter. I want this to be successful not just for my sake but for hers and our community's.

I'm anticipating what I have been cautioned about; acting/thinking like a 14 year old girl. I kind of like the idea of going back 64 years in time. If I could somehow bring back the looks.

As for outing myself it has become easier and more fun each time. Today, it was my pharmacist. The pharmacy I use is run by a family. I started using them 22 years ago. After your first visit, every time you go in they will address you by your name. I don't know how they do it but they do.

This has been a great day; thank you Doctor X, you are a blessing.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 07:13:18 PM
Hi Folks,                        27 March 2018

This is day one of the medical start of my transition from male to female.

Arrived at my endocrinologist's office about an hour early for my 1200 hrs. appointment. Checked in and took a chair in the waiting area. I had dropped in last Friday to do all the paperwork so that was out of the way.

In about 10 or 15 minutes after arriving they came for me and took me to the exam room. One of the doctors assistants asked me a few questions, the first being how I preferred to be addressed. Extremely courteous and professional. We chatted while she was entering all the data from the forms I filled out Friday.

About five minutes after the assistant left there was a knock at the door; I responded with "come in;' When that door opened the place lit up with a sparkle. Doctor "X" walked in. I immediately knew I had struck gold. She is very petite with long shinny black hair and eyes that smile.

We talked for awhile and then I gave her the bio I had written, which is a very personal document. After she finished reading it I answered a couple questions she had. She then gave me an exam. Since I had a complete physical a couple of months earlier, she didn't need to draw blood or take a urine sample this visit.

She follows WAPATH. We discussed the AA's, which I told her I wanted to avoid. She agreed that they would not be necessary for me since I have been dressing and living as a woman for six years. She explained how she wanted to start HRT and I was in complete agreement. I will only mention her prescription in general terms so as to not provide dosing or the actual medication. She preferred to use Transdermal patches rather than oral or injections.

She spent over an hour with me during which we discussed a lot of things about my personal life, which I did not include in the bio for brevity. As the time passed I knew for certain that she is a blessing.

I asked her if she would be willing to treat other members of our community. She said yes but she can't take anyone else on at the moment. She is the only endocrinologist in this practice. She said she has to assemble a team to help her and once that is done she will tell me that it is ok to give out her name.

They have everything computerized so she entered my prescription and sent it to my favorite Drug store, which I have been using for 22 years.

I applied my first patch at 1600 hrs. CDT Tuesday 27 March 2018. Since I use two patches per week the second will be applied Friday 30 March 2018.

Since I still have my testes, the meds I am taking will work much slower, that is until I've had my orchiectomy.

She said she would write a letter to the surgeon I am seeing on the 9th of April, for my pre-surgical consultation, approving my orchiectomy without delay.

Her office called me today, Thursday 29 March 2018,  wanting to verify the info I provided as to the surgeon and his address.

I am hoping that when I have my pre surgical that they will schedule me for surgery that week. I want "Borchiday" to get here ASAP. That will be the day I'll feel reborn as the woman I have always wanted to be.

Tomorrow I'll change my transdermal patch; It will stay on until next Tuesday. It's a 3 day / 4 day routine. Eight patches come in the box, which cost $70.00. My insurance did not cover any of it. This actually isn't too bad; I can cut back on my monthly junk food consumption and actually have money left over and less fat on my body; I'm a junk food junky. Fortunately, I have three kids,  Arf, Arf, and Big Arf who require five walks per day each; that's 15 walks for me, so I do get a lot of exercise walking them and even more doing other activities like climbing trees (I'm an arborist among other things).  I think I am outing myself here, which is ok.

I may have gotten ahead of myself the other day. I ordered a bra that I thought would be a good starting point. It arrived today and darn if it didn't fit perfectly. It's a sports bra so there are no wires or hooks. It's all nice stretchy material and it even has removable cups. My nipples are exactly where they should be, right in the center of the cups. I slipped a nice T-shirt on just to see how I looked. Not too bad if you don't see my mug. My hands are another issue; aside from being fairly large, they have suffered numerous interactions with machinery, so the fingers do have quite a tattered look to them; it adds character, I have been told. I think I can do without any more character, having more than enough for several people.

I have not felt anything from the HRT I'm on; should I be? It has been just three days and it is low dose. I want the orchiectomy so I can progress at a more enjoyable pace. Once done, how long before I should see boob growth?

Next update when I have something interesting to post. I know this is a long and boring piece; I felt like I needed to "splain" things a bit more than probably necessary. I'll try to keep the updates shorter.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 10:08:06 PM
Hi Folks,                                    04 April 2018

I am enjoying outing myself; I no longer have any fear of embarrassment. Almost everyone has been very supportive, with one exception; one neighbor seems to be avoiding me at all cost, which is ok. I'll just fill the slot they occupied with someone nicer, which won't be difficult to do.

Forgot to mention other benefits of HRT and that is I am a lot happier, calmer and sleep better. I am assuming things get even better after an orchi.

I have been on Flomax for several years. in all that time, it has never helped as much as HRT has in 5 days. Something is wrong with the way BHP is being treated. Follow the money for the answer.

Monday, 09 April 2018 is my orchi surgical consultation. I have all the letters I need; my goal is to have my orchiectomy ASAP, which hopefully will happen before the end of the month. The feminization process should accelerate; I'll then look into having my face resurfaced/rebuilt/replaced or whatever it is they do to folks my age. I have spent way too much time in the sun w/o sun block so it is quite weather-beaten.

Advice from a well "seasoned" lady to you young one's:

Stay out of the sun unless you use high SPF sunblock. I was to my dermatologist yesterday having precancerous lesions removed from my face. This is an ongoing process that will continue until the day I am planted. That beautiful tan just isn't worth what it costs down the road. Aside from this, I have already had two skin cancers removed; fortunately, neither was melanoma.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 10:18:29 PM
Hi Folks,                           11 April 2018

Today I had my pre-op orchie visit. Borchiday is scheduled for Friday 13 April 2018;  my "Lucky Day." Couldn't have picked a better one.

I know there are a lot of ladies out there that have had an orchie; my thinking is that at some point there will be a noticeable testosterone crash. Is this the "proverbial calm" that settles in or is it something else I can look forward to? This is my one and only "Borchiday" so I want to be prepared to enjoy it and the days following.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 10:35:27 PM
Hi Folks,                             11 April 2018

Thank you Donna; I'm happy my transition is happening quickly but I am saddened by what I read here on the Internet about how difficult it is for some folks to get the care and treatment they deserve. I wish you all could come here to the Dallas Fort Worth area to have your treatment.

I had a long talk Wednesday with my primary doctor. I told him about how long it takes for some of you to just see a doctor. He thinks it could be that there aren't enough doctors in your area. He also said that here in this area we have everything you could possibly want in the way of medical care. I am embarrassed that when I have my orchi Friday morning, I will have officially been in transition 5  weeks and one day while you and many others struggle to just see a doctor in a year.

I asked the folks at the surgery center where I will be having mine about this same thing. They said they have people coming from all over the US and the world because folks can't get the care they need at home.

A neighbor lady friend is taking me to the surgery center Friday. I was telling her of your difficulty seeing a doctor. She told me about her sister in Pennsylvania that needed an OBGYN Oncologist. There isn't one in the area where she lives. Periodically, an OBGYN Oncologist comes up from Atlanta to help out.

I'm here in my big bubble where everything is fine and I think it's fine everywhere else. I get on the Internet and I'm finding things aren't fine everywhere else. I don't know what the answer is but there has to be one somewhere.

I wish I had that answer. Thanks again Donna.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 10:49:43 PM
Hi Folks,                13 April 2018

Borchiday Today

All went well; I arrived home a couple of hours ago and a couple of ounces lighter.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 14, 2019, 11:39:43 PM
Hi Folks,                            14 April 2018

I had no idea this could happen in such a short time. I didn't have to pay someone to facilitate things. I went to my counselor for two sessions and had my first letter. Then it was to my primary care physician where I outed myself and asked him to refer me to an endocrinologist, which he did. The referral was sent to a woman doctor who is in a practice with a male doctor. The male doctor took the referral w/o the doctor it was sent to ever seeing it. This guy looked at it and told the staff he didn't see any need.

I decided I wasn't going to waste my time with him so I started searching the net for a female endocrinologist in the Dallas/Fort Worth area (I live on the Fort Worth side of the DFW Metroplex). I found one relatively close to home so I called. The receptionist told me she had moved on and wanted to know if I wanted her number. Something told me to ask if they had anyone there that treated transgender folks. She asked me to wait while she checked. She came back and said they have a new doctor there that said she didn't have a lot of experience with transgender people but if I would let her she would take care of me. At that moment I knew I had found a doctor that was what I was looking for. She was candid in her response. I agreed and they made me an appointment for Tuesday 27 March 18. This was Friday 23 March, only four days between the call and appointment.

When I was in the exam room I heard a knock on the door; when she walked into the room I knew I had struck gold; it was like fireworks going off when she came in. She spent over an hour with me checking me over, talking and getting to know each other. She has 21 years experience as an endocrinologist, She had recently attended a seminar on Transgender Health Care. She said she is putting a team together so she can treat members of our community. At the moment, she is the only endocrinologist in this medical center.

If you ever get to meet her you can not help but like her; she is everything one could wish for in a doctor and so are the members of her staff.

I left that day with her having sent my prescription for Estradiol to my pharmacy. I can't describe how happy I was as I left her office and headed for my favorite "Drug Dealer;" who I have been with since 1996. Of course this outed me to them, which was fine and actually fun.

Now that I had the patches I made an appointment with the surgery center to have a consultation with the surgeon that would do my orchiectomy. When I made the appointment it was around the 28th of March, give or take a day. They made me an appointment for Monday 09 April 18. I had to get one additional letter from a counselor and some blood work and an EKG. Got that taken care of and had my Surgical Consultation Monday 09 April, pre-op Wednesday 11 April and Surgery yesterday Friday the 13th. Went back for my post op checkup today Saturday 14 April, and here I am. Someone has been looking out for me and I know who it is; the "Big Guy Upstairs."

I'm not some rich gal, just an old retiree on SS; nobody special. I am grateful to everyone that has helped me arrive at this point.

As soon as my Endocrinologist gives me the word I will make her name, address and phone number public.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 11:02:29 AM
Hi Folks,            14 April 2018

I was told that it's possible to have the VA provide some of the transition meds I will need for my transition. I didn't realize this was possible; it could save one a fair amount of money.

I do get a few things from them, hearing aids, eyeglasses and some meds. The last time I was at the VA for my annual physical, I asked the doctor for Testosterone patches. I did that so I could see his reaction, which was: "We won't give you those; they cause cancer." I knew I was onto something.

I've had a suspicion that the main cause of prostate cancer is Testosterone. I have searched the Internet and found enough evidence to make me believe this to be true. I provided this info to my primary and urologist. Both agree it is the main culprit; genes also play a roll. PC needs "T" to grow; an orchi is PM (preventative maintenance) against PC.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 11:21:54 AM
Hi Folks,                    15 April 2018

I lived a lie for 48 years, I cross dressed in private; when not CDing I always wore women's underwear. When I was a kid I wanted to be a girl, when I passed puberty I wanted to be a woman.

I'd also wanted to be a Bald Eagle; I have the bald part down pat, it's the wings that would be a problem.

Back then it was difficult to do. Now I'm a woman and there's no going back. I doubt I will ever be able to pass without surgery that would bankrupt the country. I'll do some but I'll never be able to wear a short dress, my legs are knock kneed and don't look feminine.

Slacks and jeans are fine; I have been wearing them for several years and it hasn't been a problem. If I don't pass, so what.

It's our right to be happy and we have no obligation to live the way someone else thinks we should just because they don't approve.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 11:46:44 AM
Hi Folks,                       15 April 2019

For what it's worth, my procedure was an inguinal bilateral radical orchiectomy using general anesthesia (Propofol and Fentanyl only, no Benzos). The cost, $3,225.00 with a military discount.

That was for everything, surgeon, anesthesiologist, operating room, and all the other things like Pre-op and 2 post ops. I had to pay up-front as my Ins. would not pay for it or my meds. With the Estradiol should cost about $40.00 for a 4 week supply of 8 patches, Cutting out some of my junk food will take care of that and will be healthier.

The term Radical sounds scary; all it means is they remove the complete spermatic cord rather than leaving part of it dangling into the scrotum as is done with the Simple Orchiectomy. In my opinion the Bilateral Inguinal is the least invasive and heals the quickest, which is why I chose it. It's also the only Orchie they do at the place I went.

I still feel the same as I did before the surgery except that I am happier. There's a minor amount of discomfort and discoloration; Willy has the look of a barber pole and the scrotum is obviously missing something; in place of the missing items, I am sure there is a slight accumulation of blood and/or other bodily fluids, which is normal. It's not a whole lot, just enough to let me know something happened.

I would think that at some point my "T" will crater and I'll feel something as the Estradiol becomes dominant. I have no idea how long it takes to exhaust the remaining "T."

I asked the doctor if I could go horseback riding when I returned home; he said wait two months. Today, I know he gave me good advice.

The Doctor that performed my surgery is Dr. Peter Raphael MD in Plano, Texas, just north of Dallas.  They do a lot of TG care and I can vouch for the fact that they are as nice of a group of health care folks as I have ever had the pleasure of helping me get where I wanted to be.

I get nothing for referrals, which I only give if they are great. They have the American Institute for Plastic Surgery, International Center for Transgender Care and Surgery Center of Texas; all are located in the same large building. It's all first class so if you are interested, google them, you'll get multiple hits as they have a lot going on. There are at least four surgeons on staff.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 12:29:35 PM
Hi mis amiga,           16 Apr 2018

Congratulations and best of luck. I'm glad your wife is onboard 100%. You have every right to be happy; no one has a right to deny you that. Thank you for posting on this thread, I really appreciate your post and hope you come back and keep in touch; I'd like to follow you on your path to happiness. I believe having your wife on board is the biggest and best asset you could have; you both can share the joy of your transition. It'll be a team effort.

I think your children will surprise you with how accepting they will be. You are ten years younger than me; some members of my generation have a difficult time accepting anything outside their frame of reference; the younger generations are not so hung up on folks who are different from themselves.

If my folks were still alive, they would disown me, which I would readily accept. To their credit, they provided me with food, clothing, a decent house to occupy, lots of toys and junk. To their discredit, they did NOT provide a home.

I divorced my first wife 43 years ago; I have had to live with that decision ever since; it's my private hell.

She passed away a few years ago; before she did I was able to talk with her and apologize for what I did. She accepted my apology and forgave me, but I haven't forgiven myself and never will. She was the best thing that ever happened to me at that point in my life, and I threw it all away. I continually lied to myself about why I walked out on her to try and make myself feel good and try to excuse myself. Eventually, I had to stop the lying, it made me the biggest fraud on Space Ship Earth. I hated myself and there was nothing I could do to rectify or justify what I did.

Shortly after we were married, I started wearing women's panties and some clothing with her blessing. She liked my doing so and would buy things for me. She liked to put makeup on me and see how nice she could make me look as a woman. We had fun; then I started cheating, which is a long sordid story.

I always knew there was something wrong with me, just not what, and I'm not referring to crossdressing. It wasn't until I was 47, twice divorced, that I found out. My parents were alcoholics and our family was completely dysfunctional in all respects. On top of that they sent me to a parochial school, which further screwed me up. Nine years of that horse hockey and I got myself kicked out. By then I was so messed up I found it difficult to have a relationship with anyone other than my close buddies. I had to find people that were as screwy as I was.

In 1987 one of my best friends confided that he didn't realize how screwed up he was until his wife had to call 911 on him. His folks were also alcoholics. It turned out that all five of us guys that grew up together and have remained friends had alcoholic parents. I guess that is what bound us together without knowing the real reason we became friends.

Even after our divorce I kept wearing women's panties and whatever else I could get away with. About 6 years ago I realized I was wearing almost 100% women's clothing; slacks, jeans, tops, socks, sneakers, shorts, tank tops, panties and everything in between. I did not try to wear a dress as I would have failed miserably. So I just started living as a woman and didn't bother to tell anyone and no one ever questioned me. I did receive a lot of compliments on my selection of clothing. Sometimes I think you can do just about anything and no one will notice; everyone's too busy with their own stuff.

I don't remember the exact date, though it was close to the first week in March that I decided to see a counselor to find out if I had lose screws, was gay, or whatever. At the end of my first session she flat told me I wasn't gay and that I was a transgender woman and that I like women. Went home and thought about it and came to the conclusion she was right. Fortunately, I had been doing some research on another subject that led me to two Web sites. I started reading everything I could and had an inkling there was more to me than just being crazy.

Two sessions and I had my first letter; started outing myself to my doctors, friends and just about anyone that would listen to me. It even became fun. I started looking for an endocrinologist and found one, after first encountering a real jerk endo, a male. I located the nicest lady endocrinologist I could have hoped for. I called on the 23rd of March and had an appointment for the 27th, four days after I called. She started me on HRT sans AA's that day. In the interim I saw one more counselor and got a second letter, went to my primary doctor and asked him to write a letter, which he did.

I made an appointment with the surgeon that was recommended to me by my first counselor for Monday 09 April 18. Met with him and some of his staff. They made me an appointment for a pre-op visit on Wednesday 11 April 18 and an appointment for Friday the 13th for my orchiectomy. I think I spent 6 weeks getting to the surgery from the time I officially started pursuing my transition. I had what I call my Borchieday this past Friday and am as happy as I can be. I had no reservations about having this done; its irreversible and I am glad those nasty things can never cause me to do stupid testosterone fueled macho crap again. Since I've been on HRT, 4 weeks tomorrow, I have been much happier, more relaxed, sleep better, and able to pee better than I have in 20 years. 

I don't know how far I'll go with the transition. I have been thinking about the cosmetic VJ because I don't see me ever being with a cismale so why would I need a vagina; just something extra to maintain. I'm not against full SRS, except for me. I whole heartedly support everyone else's decision to seek it.

This ended up being longer than I had planned; your post triggered something in me to start talking (typing) and that's an interest in you and your wife's journey. I hope to read about it and hope you both find great happiness and long lives together. Don't worry about what others think and say; you're not hurting them so they have no right to say anything negative.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 01:07:12 PM
Hi Folks,           18 Apr 2018

Being a bit older I was born before the US became directly involved in WW II. I had lots of fun in those early years though they didn't involve fun with my family, it was my playmates. One of them was a girl a bit older than me, don't remember exactly the difference; I was about 5 and she may have been 7 or so. She liked to play doctor so she would have me go with her into her parents garage. I was the doctor and she was the patient. I got to see a lot of her anatomy at an early age and loved it. I envied her VJ as it didn't have those goofy dangly things. I still remember her name, how the heck could I forget her when she provided me my first, sort of, sexual experience. Unfortunately I didn't know what I was doing, all I knew is I liked it, liked her, and liked girls and wanted to be one. And now here I be, 73 years later.

Don't think I'll try to find her, she still might want to play doctor, and I'm not up to it these days.

One of the good things in life is the ability to remember the good times; we can live them over and over. Fortunately, we also have the ability to shove most of the bad times into the dust bin of history.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 02:57:44 PM
Hi Folks,               18 Apr 18

It's five days past "Borchiday," everything is healing well. Still some  bruising though it seems to be dwindling. The scrotum is shrinking, the penis kind of looks like a vandalized barber-pole. The two small incisions are almost completely healed. It also appears that my penis is shrinking as well. As far as I'm concerned I hope it does shrink as all it is used for is a water spout; when I go I sit like I should.

In one of my early posts I said I hoped I could have my orchi by the end of the month (April). It happened the 13th so I beat my wish by 2 weeks. I'm not bragging, I'm hoping something can be done to make it possible for everyone to transition as quickly as they feel comfortable doing. I did run into a doctor that tried to throw a roadblock in my path. I went around him and found someone that gave me an appointment 4 days after calling. She started me on HRT the day I saw her, wrote a letter to the surgeon and the rest is history. If I could have this happen then everyone of you deserve the same treatment.

I am seeing my endocrinologist on the 30th; hopefully, she will have good news on the team she is creating to help the TG community. I do know she is actively searching for another endocrinologist for her team. I'll keep you updated on this thread when I have new news.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 03:18:23 PM
Hi Folks,             19 Apr 2018

I wish I knew what the answer is to the disparity in medical care for our community across the country. I am sure of one thing, if you could get here to the Dallas Fort Worth area, you would have easy access to doctors, counselors and surgeons.

I talked to the doctor in Southfield Michigan, he charges $4000.00 for the type orchi I had but done under local anesthesia. If you want general anesthesia that has to be done at a surgery center and you have to pay for it on top of the Doctor's charges. I had thought about going there but when I put a pencil to it, the cost was absurd. I would have had air fare, hotel, taxi, boarding for my pups. My guess is that it would have cost me over $6000.00 or more if I had gone to Michigan.

I asked the surgeon I had to do it with local anesthesia; he said you really don't want to do that. They cannot numb everything, they are pulling and tugging on things that would hurt more than most people could tolerate. The best way I can describe what he said it would feel like would be similar to what it felt like when we got hit in the gonads when we were young.

I hope I'll have good news when I come back from my endo check up on the 30th.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 03:30:55 PM
Hi Folks,           22 Apr 2018

On 21 Feb 2018, I contacted via email a licensed professional counselor; she gave me an appointment for 08 March 18, the official start of my transition. Prior to my appointment I wrote a bio that outlined my feelings and life over the past 77+ years. Basically, it was about my feelings, desires and actions during that time. I laid it all out, not omitting anything related to my desire to be a girl when I was a kid and a woman when I became an adult.

It was two pages long and was extremely personal. After the introduction and small talk I gave her the bio and asked her to read it. As she progressed through it, she would ask clarifying questions. When she was done I asked for the bio back as it was too personal to have someone other than me have a copy.

When I went I didn't know that much about transgender; I thought maybe I was gay, screwy or just mixed up. At the end of the session she told me I was not gay, I loved women and was a transgender woman.

Long story short, from my first counseling session I was on HRT 27 Mar 18 (2 weeks and five days); on 13 Apr 2018 I had my orchiectomy, five weeks and one day from that first session.

Depending on numerous factors, such as age, motivation, availability of transgender friendly counselors, doctors, surgeons, one's willingness to travel for treatment, etc. you can proceed as rapidly or as slowly as you feel comfortable. I am fortunate in that I live in a suburb of Fort Worth, a part of the Dallas Fort Worth Metroplex; everything I needed is right here.

My only advice is to do what you believe is correct for you and makes you happy. Don't worry about what others think because no matter what one does there will always be someone that doesn't like it; live for you.

I'm only one person, I did what I feel is the right thing for me. I want to live the rest of my life as the woman I have always wanted to be.

You will find lots of great information on this site and plenty of good advice and first person experiences. Hope this helps in some small way. I know I don't have all the answers and I did rely on the experiences of site members.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 03:42:02 PM
Hi Folks,            27 Apr 2018

When I went to my 1st counselor I was dressed 100% female; what I wore was jeans, t-top and a pink, blue and white plaid shirt. I wanted to make a good impression; I think I did. I have gotten so used to wearing women's clothing that I don't give it much thought. I hardly have any men's clothing except old stuff I use for dirty-work. Granted, most of the bottoms I wear are slacks and jeans which could be considered gender-neutral, but I almost always wear something pink, my favorite color. No one around here gives me a second look so they either don't care, don't suspect, or think I'm a kook. At my stage of life, soon to be 78, I don't care; I just want to be who I want to be so I can be happy, which I am.

Orchi update: Almost all the minor bruising is gone; Willy's helmet still has a couple remnants of the hematoma but it should be gone in a few more days. Today is the second week since my surgery, no pain, I like the fact that the scrotum is empty and is shrinking rapidly. Tested my libido... none. My "T" must be at zero or less. The two incisions, about 1 inch in length each right and left side, are completely healed and barely any noticeable scar. I'm glad I chose the inguinal, which is the only orchi the surgeon I used will do. They try to minimize scaring.

Monday I see my Endocrinologist for a checkup and blood test. I'm wondering what she will do to my Estradiol dosage. It's now a patch twice weekly. I'll let you know Monday. I thought I might be developing boobs but nothing much seems to be happening on that playing field. Maybe I need to quit thinking about them and then one day they will just pop up compliments of the "Boob-Fairy," which would be welcome. If and when they pop up, I think I'll just let them poke out as much as they want; no bra, just free standing (I hope) or sagging (whatever) some. It will be interesting whatever happens.

I've been on HRT exactly one month today. I don't seem to have lost any upper body strength or stamina. I'm working on my mower today so I can mow the pasture tomorrow. Also have a couple of trees that need to be wrecked out (taken down). Finally getting some decent weather on a weekly basis rather than a day or two at a time. I cannot handle being cold.

Gotta go, have to get the mower fixed so I can be productive tomorrow.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 03:51:57 PM
Good Morning Folks,              28 April 2018

When I was a snot-nosed kid most people my current age resided in boneyards or nursing homes. In 1979 there was a documentary on PBS; it was about two doctors in St. Paul, MN that had a theory that there was no excuse for getting old. They went to nursing homes and found people that had been bed ridden for long periods of time. They put them on special diets and exercise programs. In a months time they had these folks up and walking around.

At the end of the program one of the doctors made a statement that I'll have to paraphrase. He said that there was no reason why someone 85 couldn't do anything they wanted to do; obviously you can't do anything about wrinkles, falling  and or graying hair. He said that the biggest problem people have is that many of them think that when they become 55 or so they have the idea they should just sit and watch TV. That inactivity then becomes a self fulfilling prophecy. Never forgot that message.

In 1990, one of my co-workers suggested an "Office Ski Trip." I was almost 50. It was organized by a travel agency so there was a plane load of skiers all going to the same place. One of those folks has been an inspiration ever since; he was a man of 85 years young. Won't ever forget him. It turned out to be a fun trip. Went from crashing multiple times on the Bunny slopes to skiing the Black Diamond runs. Continued skiing spending lots of time skiing Taos Ski Valley, New Mexico. They have some of the most difficult runs in this country. Between Ski Valley and the emergency room in town I was a regular visitor to both. Never was a good skier but I enjoyed the thrill of those dangerous runs. I now pay a price for that "fun." Everything in life has a price tag attached; it's just when does the bill come due.

I would hazard a guess I may be close to being one of the oldest members on this site. Anyone out here 78 or older? Hope there is, I don't need the title "Geezerina" just yet; I want to complete the fourth quarter and then go into overtime. Once in overtime I'll willingly accept the title. I hope we are all still here then.

Best Always, Love,


Keep Moving.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 04:01:44 PM
Hi Folks,              01 May 2018

Went to the VA today to get fitted for new hearing aids; that's done so they should be ready by 31 May. While there decided to see my primary VA doctor. When I sprung the Estradiol patch script my endocrinologist wrote for me yesterday, he asked me if I knew what the side affects are. It was time to educate him on some basic transgender issues. I'm his first TG patient. Told him about the gender Dysphoria, the long desire to be a woman, counseling, HRT and the orchi. He asked If I still had a penis and prostate, to which I answered in the affirmative. He then wanted to know if I was going to hook up with men, to which I responded in the negative. He sat there with a puzzled look to which I responded I'm a lesbian, I love women. He seemed relieved.

He has referred me to the women's clinic for OBGYN consultation. He did approve the Estradiol patches, which he was initially hesitant to do. I think our frank talk alleviated his concerns so I ended up with my other prescriptions corrected and the patches compliments of the VA.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 04:09:17 PM
Hi Folks,              02 May 2018

It was obvious my VA doctor didn't know much about transgender folks. I schooled him as best I could with my extremely knowledgable old wives tales (sarc). He said he would put in a consult with the Women's Clinic for me. Sure enough they called today and asked me if I wanted to transfer to their part of the VA clinic. I told them I'd make an appointment with them and stay where I am. As I have had time to think things over I now think it best if I move there as I won't have to compete with all the guys that use the regular clinic. I'm going to call them tomorrow and make an appointment for my regular physical come this October.

The lady I talked with kind of made me laugh when she said I could move up there (2nd floor) where I could have my vaginal swabs, mammograms, birth control and what not taken care of right there. I had to remind her that I'm transgender post orchi, with a Willy and on HRT.

She did verify my Estradiol patches have been approved and ordered. I should probably have them by early next week.

Now I won't have to give up $70.00 worth of feel good (junk) food each month. That's a lot of "Marinela Sponch Marshmallow Cookies" I can eat. If you have never tried them, don't, they are habit forming. I started buying them 28 years ago when I lived in Mexico City. When I returned to the US I couldn't find them until recently. Phoned Bimbo (pronounced Beembo) Bakeries of Horsham, PA. They told me I could find them in certain Wally-World stores and Fiesta Super Markets. Every time I find them I buy all they have on the shelf. I'm not addicted to them; really I'm not; honest injun. (Hope that's not a derogatory comment as it isn't intended to be; it's from my earlier childhood days, which have yet to end.)

I noticed something today, maybe it's just my imagination, but I think my facial skin is sagging less and smoothing out. Is this possible this soon after starting HRT? Hope it's not wishful thinking. I would take a picture but my camera broke the last time I tried. Gotta get that thing fixed one of these days. Can you believe this: The camera and lens both cratered at the same time. That's what I get for trying to take a selfie.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 04:43:07 PM
Hello Young Lady,                04 May 2018

Thank you for the very kind words; I'm glad that my post is of some help to you. It is obvious from all the posts here that each person's transition journey is a personal issue, made at their comfort level. Some of my earliest memories are of wanting to be a girl. Growing up in the early forties prevented me from saying anything to my parents. Had I done so, my father would have killed me. I repressed my desires as best I could. Rather than rehash what I have already posted, I'll jump forward 25 years.

I got married, had a fantastic wife that helped me with my wearing of women's clothing. Long story, we got divorced (I walked out on her), all my fault. After two failed marriages I gave up on that institution. About 6 or so years ago I started dressing almost exclusively female. To be clear I only wore women's jeans, slacks, shoes, and shirts that were somewhat neutral, but with many feminine colors. I have been wearing women's under-ware for 48 years.

Last year I started doing some research on a different subject that was slightly related to transgender. Long story short I continued my research adding transgender. It soon became my main focus. Once I was convinced that transitioning MTF was the right decision. I sought out a counselor that had a lot of experience with transgender clients. I wrote a personal bio that I took to my first appointment. She read, we talked, each asked questions. When the session was finished she told me I was a transgender woman.

My first appointment was 08 March 2018, I consider that day the official start of my transition. I had two visits with her, one with a second counselor, visit to my primary doctor, an endocrinologist, and two pre-op visits with a surgeon. My orchi surgery was on Friday 13 April 2018. All that was done within 5 weeks and 1 day.

Why did I move so fast? I am 77 years of age, will be 78 in three months. Most likely I don't have 30 or 40 years remaining, so I wanted to get where I wanted to be as rapidly as possible. I didn't want to waste my time on any test periods, which most folks are required to endure. What I have had done is irreversible, that's why they generally require you to go slowly, in case you change your mind you can stop and most of the changes will reverse and you will be back to where you were when you started. Stopping is not an option for me, nor do I want it to be.

I am happier than ever before, I have outed myself to just about everyone I know and even to strangers. Outing has actually been fun. As time goes on I continue to add attire that is more obviously feminine. This afternoon I went to our monthly MTF group meeting. My attire was noticeably more feminine than usual. On the way home I stopped at a crowded Cracker Barrel and had dinner; no one seemed to give a hoot how I was dressed and I wouldn't have cared if they did.

I don't want to hold myself up as a model for anyone to try and follow. My case is unusual due to age, I would not recommend a young person transitioning as rapidly as I have; they have many years ahead of them. I see my life as being somewhat like a football or basketball game, which consists of four quarters. I am in the fourth quarter of my life; I have done more in the first three quarters of my life than 10 people; I know how I want to live the fourth quarter along with some overtime thrown in.

My advice: Seek out good competent transgender counselors, find good doctors and surgeons. Do NOT self medicate; that is asking for trouble. Research transitioning, drugs used, types of surgeries, surgical options, get references, talk to people who have transitioned. Scour this site; there is a wealth of information and advice here and it's a friendly and safe place. Before I started my transition I was here reading as much as I could. There have been many here that have helped my along the way, too many to mention individually. I love this place, it's a super asset to our community (those of us that live it each day of our lives), to the world and to anyone curious about transgender.

Sorry this is so long; once I get started I have a difficult time stopping, I hope it is found to be useful, but not used as a model. Every person is an individual and requires an individual course. That's where one's counselors, doctors and fellow travelers on the Transition Highway come into play. Generally, no one person has all the answers.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 05:14:04 PM
Quote from: Dena

    Haa, two potential moderator who have no idea what they are in for.

Hi Dena,               07 May 2018

Maybe one of these days after I develop a better feel for how things are "Supposed" to be rather than how I might think they should be.

Had my second post op today; while I was with the doctor and his assistant, they called me "sweetie" several times. I liked it; moving right along!

It's been three weeks and three days since my surgery; the doctor looked a lot younger than he did the day of the surgery. Do the hormones change the way we perceive what we see?

I have noticed I don't stink like I used to when I would perspire during heavy physical activity; now there's no odor at all. Thank you "Orchie."

My next post op is six months out; all these have been included in the one price they charge.

Received my meds from the VA; unfortunately, they sent the wrong strength patches; talked with them this AM, just waiting to hear what they are going to do. I've also transferred to the "Women's Clinic;" moving right along, even more so.

All is well, hope the same for you and everyone here.

Got to run, I hear a tree calling me.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 05:44:25 PM
Hello Folks,                 13 May 2018

Today marks one month since my Orchie; One of the best things I have ever had done to my body.

Weather was nice, slight wind so I did Poison Ivy eradication today. Will repeat the process again tomorrow, weather permitting (low wind).

I am feeling fine, I am happy, low in aggression, calm, sleep well, pee better each day, boobs are starting to poke a tiny bit, the nips are sensitive, my hips and booty seem to be expanding based upon how my jeans and slacks fit (more feminine). I don't think I have lost any strength, I lifted and carried several large logs today w/o any extra effort.

This next week I should be climbing the trees that need work. That will be the real test for strength and stamina; all bets are off until that reality check. My gut says "No Problem." One of my goals is to maintain my male fitness and actually improve it. I know I can never pass as a woman, just too rough around the edges. If the edges were ground off there'd be nothing remaining. I can't live in a fantasy land of my own making. That said, I am having fun, and that's one of the important things that should count for all of us.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 06:05:56 PM
Good Afternoon Folks,            15 May 2018

Learned something this past week after I had put my previous Estradiol patch on: I had placed it about an inch above my bellybutton. Big mistake. That area has a bit of flab and is subject to a lot of rolling and folding from bending over. It caused the patch to loosen and almost get lost during a shower. I had to add adhesive tape over it to keep it in place until it was time to replace it, which it was today.

Took all the tape and the patch off; lots of residue from the tape but nothing noticeable from the patch, Applied baby oil and let it sit for a few minutes. Was able to get it all off but it took longer than patch residue. Took a shower, and applied the new patch along my side where it isn't subject to bending and folding skin. Lesson learned.

Also need to get the flab off and that means stopping the enormous quantities of junk food starting today. Also need more aerobic exercise so out comes my road bike for a spring cleaning, lube and adjustments. It'll take a couple of weeks riding it before my butt and crotch acclimate themselves to those wonderful road bike saddles (seats). They remind me of the cutting side of a fire axe blade being used for a seat. I did learn several years ago that panty liners of a reasonable thickness are a tremendous help in reducing the pain and suffering (torture).

I had my chest, back and Brazilian area waxed about one week before my orchi surgery. This AM I noticed that the hair on my chest and abdomen is barely noticeable and what is returning is very fine compared to growth prior to HRT and orchi. The hair on my chest has always reminded me of a giant Brillo pad.

That's it for today, I'm going to start my diet tomorrow as I have a lot of junk food to get rid of before commencing it. Just joking, the diet has commenced. I am going to allow a small and measured amount of junk food once a week. My goal is to lose at least 10 pounds of fat, get rid of the flab in front and rebuild my six-pack. We'll see how this goes. If I fail, you be the first to NOT hear about it. I've done this before and I won't fail.

Something I learned long ago was reinforced today: "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."

Years ago I climbed a mountain just to see what I thought would be a beautiful beach on the other side. When I got there all I found was another mountain. Decided to accept what I could accomplish rather than trying to do the impossible.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 10:18:08 PM
Hi Folks,                      19 May 2018

Here we are two days beyond the prior update. Weighed myself again, this time with only underwear. One pound over my weight the day I joined the Navy 55 years ago, two inches shorter and two testes lighter.

Speaking of testes, now that I know how much better I feel physically and mentally without them, my only regret is that I didn't have them removed years ago. Everything is better now, happiness, calmness, disappearing aggression, better sleep. The orchie was one of the most positive things I have ever done to my body and HRT is right in there with it.

I'm letting the "Magic Mushrooms" work their magic; hopefully by November when my 3rd post op is due, I'll have some decent "Speed Bumps" adorning my chest.

If I could pick what I wanted in boobs, I'd want a set like Carol Wayne had. She was two years younger and passed away 13 January 1985 by drowning. She made over 100 appearances on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson appearing as the Matine Lady.

If I could develop a set like hers were, I'd never get bored; I'd always have nice things to play with.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 10:33:03 PM
Hi Folks,             21 May 2018

I started shaving my whole body 48 years ago; my wife took care of my back and anyplace I couldn't safely get to and I did the same for her. It was a win, win situation. When I was a snot-nosed kid I wanted to be "Hairy" like all the men at the pool. Once my body became covered in rug fibers, I wished I had never wished to be like those hairy gorillas.

HRT seems to be having a decent impact on my body fur; I just wish it would go away. The only thing worse than body hair is Gray Body hair, and that's what I have had in surplus for the last 40 years. Any one need some spare hair?

Think I mentioned I tried electrolysis on the pubes; Came back heaver than what was removed. I'm seriously thinking of going back to the person that did mine and have them try a small area on my head where the hair is quite thin. I think this might tie in to what Jayne01 said about a special setting that changes gray to dark. There may be a connection. I'd sure like to find a cure for cue-baldness.

I started this post before I went to pick Ella up at the "Beauty Saloon;" when we got home I fed the crew, except me, took them out and then crashed. I went to bed this AM around 0530 hrs. and got up around 0720 hrs. I have to stop this less than 8 hours of good sleep each night. Its not a healthy situation, especially someone as young as I am. I need beauty rest and lots of it.

Did get a nice surprise today, twice. Two friends, a female and male. noticed my boobs poking out. Now that made my day. I think they are close to needing a training bra but I'm going to let them roam free as long as I can get away with it. I hope they end up at the high end of a "B" or low end of a "C." New toys to play with.

Still have a few more things to do here tonight then I am crashing until late tomorrow. Looking forward to my VA appointment on the 31st; get my new hearing contraptions and my transfer to the Women's Clinic, all in one day.

They did send me a three month supply of Estradiol so I'm now in good shape. Thank God for the Magic Mushrooms. I better check my appointment schedule for my next endocrinologist appointment; it should be coming up soon.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 10:36:04 PM
Hi Everyone,                   27 May 2018

Had a good day yesterday; outed myself to one of my best friends and his family. It went very well; everyone was surprised but very supporting. Have one more to do up near the Oklahoma border. We are going to drive up and film this outing. Should be interesting.

Is this supposed to be as much fun as I am having doing it?

The very first was a bit spooky, then fun; now they are a blast. I think it's the shock I see from them, then their acceptance and support.

Maybe it was the gradual phasing in of women's clothing why no one noticed a big change. They just kept seeing me. After outing they mentioned they saw the different colors and styles, but didn't think anything of it; it was just me being me, always outside the box.

Not much for 4 days. will try harder next week.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 10:43:53 PM
Hi Folks,                28 May 2018

I have been wearing women's underwear for 48 years and gradually increasing what I was wearing that was conspicuous. Sometime back I was dressed up (so I thought) to go out with my friends. I stopped to look at myself in a full length mirror. I was aghast at what I looked like: A frumpy looking bum in clean ill fitting clothes. I was disgusted by how I looked. I started looking on the net for how to convert my male size into women's sizes. Figured out I was a size 8 and bought a pair of women's jeans. I couldn't believe how well they fit and looked. I never went back to men's wear. My closets are full of women's slacks, jeans, tops, shoes, socks, panties (fit even better after the orchie) and even one dress, which needs to see a tailor. I'm a happy camper and am happy the testosterone generators are history.

You know what I think? I think a lot of men are somewhat envious of what we have done. Every male has a feminine side though are loathe to admit it, let alone act on it. During my search for sizing, I found some interesting stats; 40% of the women's jeans that are sold are bought by men for themselves. A large percentage of men wear women's panties. I don't remember the percentage number but it is higher than I thought. Go to Jockey's web site and look through the reviews for some of their women's panties. Half the reviews for some styles are written by men. Why shouldn't they wear them, they are more comfortable than anything made for men now and in the past and are a whole lot prettier.

So far I haven't had a single negative response to my outing; it's all been positive. What I am also finding is that transgender people are really some of the nicest people you could ever want to meet..., excluding me of course.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 15, 2019, 10:50:42 PM
Hi Folks,                        31 May 2018

The 40% is of the number of women's jeans sold, not 40% of men. I should have made the distinction.

Today was a great day at the VA; received my fancy new hearing contraptions. They have direct Bluetooth streaming to my cell phone and the device they are sending me that allows me to hear the TV through those contraptions.

Next I went to the Women's Clinic where I met my new doctor. We discussed all the female issues I now happily have: boobies, happy juice (Estradiol), mammograms, pap smears (oops, that's for the person in the next room), bone density scans (she put in a consult for one) and hormone check. She also concurred that with the "McNasty Twins"  gone, the chance of developing prostate cancer is close to zilch.

This was rightfully a great day today.

Yesterday was also a great day, had dinner with Ella Raines yesterday evening; what a beautiful and great lady she is. Hope to see her again the next time she is in Tejas.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 17, 2019, 01:01:05 PM
Hi Folks,                 03 June 2018

Today I'm preparing for another adventure that starts tomorrow morning. I'm getting all my ducks lined up in a nice neat row. This part of my trip is quite enjoyable. Lots to do between now and my departure tomorrow morning at 0750 hrs CDT. I have a whole list of things I need to gather up for my overnight case and things I personally need to do to prepare myself physically for the rigors of this adventure. If you have ever been on one of these adventure trips you'll know exactly what I'm about to tell you.

One of the neatest things about this trip is there will be video of the trip from beginning to end. This trip requires a special diet to get me into tip top condition for the rigors I will experience. Just thinking about it gets my adrenalin flowing. I can hardly wait for tomorrow. For the first part I am going alone, then later in the day I will be met by a good friend who will pick me up and bring my back to my starting point.

This diet is a gem to behold. This past Thursday I had to stop eating high fiber foods, raw fruits, vegetables, whole grain wheat and multi-grain foods, nuts, popcorn, seeds, bran and anything that causes bulking.

Today the menu is quite complex; I can have clear liquids for Breakfast, Lunch and Supper. I'm supposed to drink all this fluid all day long. I can just see me at the pee trough every 15 minutes. My clear liquids consist of strained fruit juices without pulp (apple (ugh), lemonade, white grape (ugh)), water, Gatorade, popsicles, snow cones (where am I going to find one of those) carbonated soft drinks (yay), Jell-O, clear broth and bouillon, coffee or tea without creamer or milk and nothing red or purple. Looks like a diet to die from.

At 1800 hrs CDT I take my first dose of cleanser called Clenpiq. I have to drink the 160 ml bottle of this solution followed by five 8-oz cups of clear liquid within the following two hours. At 0330 hrs CDT Monday morning I repeat the 160 ml of Clenpiq followed by three 8-oz cups of clear liquid within the next hour. I have to have all this completed four hours before my scheduled arrival time.

I have made this trip about five times over the last two centuries. The only pleasant thing is the trip to Happy-Land compliments of "Milk-of-Amnesia" aka Propofol. This stuff is so good Michael Jackson highly recommends the stuff... What you say, Michael is no longer above ground. I better be careful. The great thing about this stuff is you go off to "Happy-Land" at the flick of a switch to ON. When you are ready to return to the World of Fake News, they flip the switch to OFF and in moments you are back.

I am doing this without sedation; no benzodiazepines, aka Benzos such as Midazolam. Versad, Valium, Xanax, Diazepam, etc. These meds are dangerous for old geezers like me.

The place I am going for my trip makes you wear a stupid and uncomfortable gown. I am going to refuse the gown and do it nude with a sheet covering me. I'm a nudist and could care less who sees me naked. Hm, maybe anyone that sees me will get sick at the sight of a wrinkly empty scrotum.

My trip is for my periodic colonoscopy and endoscopy. I'm also going to request doing this totally conscious, though i don't think they will agree to it because of the gag reflex during the endo procedure. I'll have a talk with the doctor prior to the procedure.

Since they video both procedures from beginning to the back end, I am going to request that they supply me with a complete copy of the video for both procedures. If they do, I'll post a link to it.

Tomorrow, I'll let you know how everything comes out, literally and figuratively.

I'm hungry. If I could just have a BLT

Best Always, Love,
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 02:04:43 AM
Hi Folks,                           03 June 2018

This is going to be brief; I think I have consumed at least two gallons of water today. This new prep was a lot easier to get down than anything I have had in the past. It's two 160 ml bottles of something that kind of tastes like Sprite. It's even a bit fizzy.

I started the prep at 1805 hrs. then spent two hours drinking clear liquids. I just drank water for the first four times then a 7-UP.

It's now 2219 and things have calmed down somewhat. I have to do a repeat at 0330 hrs. Monday morning. I then have one hour to drink three 8 oz. glasses of clear liquid. I have to be finished with the prep (consuming clear liquid) by 0430, which is four hours before my scheduled arrival time of 0830 for a 0930 procedure. That leaves enough time for the prep to do its dastardly deeds. At that point I cannot have anything additional to drink until after the procedure.

The last time I had this was 5 years ago. They found one polyp and my esophagus was messed up from GERD, which is under control via omeprazole (generic Prilosec). I also have a hiatal hernia and dyspepsia. This periodically requires dilation of the esophagus. Whatever the condition actually is, it causes food to get stuck on the way to the stomach causing me to choke. I have learned to never swallow food without having my lungs fairly full of air. That way if food gets stuck in my airway I can cough it out. If my lungs were empty when it gets stuck I have to have someone do the Heimich Maneuver for me if they are available. If no one is available I have to do it myself using the back if a chair. There are several ways to do it for yourself and for someone who is choking.

Here's a link that shows several methods:

I just weighed myself; I weigh less than I did when I joined the Navy 55 years ago. I'm down to 149 lbs. Hope it isn't too windy today.

I have an insulated small shopping bag that Braum's Dairy Store gave me late last year. It's in the freezer right now. Before I leave I'll put a few of my junk food goodies in it so they will stay cold until I'm done waking up and am able to indulge myself.

So far everything feels calm so I'm going to get dressed and take the pups out for their evening stroll. Also have to put the trash out as tomorrow is trash and Recycle pickup. I'm kind of wishing I had boarded the Dogs for the night and part of tomorrow. If everything comes out alright, I should be home by noon. It'll be time to feed them and take them out for their lunch stroll.

While waiting for the prep to make its grand entrance, I had begun thinking it wasn't going to work. Then all of a sudden it was like a Typhoon erupting. I don't know if any of you have been in one, but let me tell you they are violent out in the Pacific Ocean. We'd spend days with the ship "hove to" heading into the wind and remaining as stationary as possible (little or no forward progress).

Will update you mañana en la tarde.

Hasta luego mis amigas, Muchas gracias.

Best Always, Love,

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 02:13:15 AM
Hi Folks,                          04 June 2018

Got home about an hour ago; fed the pups, then took them out. They did just fine without their mom this AM. They didn't get into any mischief and were waiting at the door when I walked in. Can't ask for more than that.

I received good new from the scoping; all is fine but not perfect. I do have Diverticulosis that hasn't been causing any problems. If I eat a high fiber diet that will help keep things under control.

I am very tired; haven't had much sleep these last few days. It has taken about two hours just to get this far with this journal entry. I'm going to take a nap then come back later and finish this in another entry... if I can remember.

I am glad I didn't try to drive home. I left the car there and had a friend come and retrieve me. I'll go get it later in the day when I am fully recovered from the Propofol, aka "Milk of Amnesia."

Luego mis amigas.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 02:19:22 AM
Hi Folks,                     Wednesday   06 June 2018

Monday around 2000 hrs. I felt good enough to retrieve my car, which I left parked at the endoscopy facility. I wasn't in any shape to drive home when I left the facility after my procedures. I was so tired from all the prep stuff staying up almost 48 hours. I was like a zombie when I arrived there.

I did get my wish and was able to forego the stupid gown; buck naked covered by a warm blanket. Spoke to my doctor about skipping anesthesia for both procedures. He said he has done a couple of them. He said the colonoscopy was no big deal w/o anesthesia, but the endoscopy can be very difficult for the patient to handle due to the gag reflex. He also said the people he did w/o anesthesia said they would never do it again. One of his partners had him do his w/o it; he got violent on the table trying to punch my doctor. When it was over he said it was like someone trying to shove a Coke can down his throat.

They do the Endo before the Colonoscopy due to the possibility of cross contamination, I decided to go ahead and accept the anesthesia for both procedures. They only used propofol which is fast acting and short duration. Takes about 2 minutes for the full affect and lasts 5 to 10 minutes after infusion has ceased. I now regret that I didn't try the non anesthesia route. We'll do this again in 5 years, maybe I'll try it then.

When I picked up my car I still felt extremely tired. I really didn't feel like doing much Tuesday either though I did get a lot of rest and decent sleep. Right now I feel fine and could probably stay up all night but I am going to shower and go to bed as soon as I am finished with this journal entry.

On the way home yesterday, I did stop at Krispy Kreme to pick up some hot donuts for my friends and myself. Those donuts are all I had to eat yesterday and this morning. What a way to start off after those procedures. Did eat a real meal yesterday late afternoon. Think I may have a small bucket of ice cream before I take my shower; haven't had any for about a week.

Oh yeah, one piece of advice from my doctor: Eat more high fiber foods and less red meat. Think I am going to make a real effort in this regard. I did it once before and I felt like a million bucks. It's not easy but it is worth the effort.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 02:24:39 AM
Hi Folks.                         13 June 2018

Update and Misc Stuff:

It's been one week since I posted on this infamous thread. Finally finished repairing a toilet that had been out of commission forever. Had to replace all moving parts. Nice to have a fully functioning bathroom close to my bedroom.

Visited my endocrinologist Monday to arrange for a bone density scan. My VA doctor suggested it to establish a base line for future reference. The referral should be ready today so I'll give the lab a call after they open.

The transaxle (how about that, a trans machine part) is finished and needs to be reinstalled in the trans-tractor. Do need a bit of help installing it; would hate for it to fall. Already spent $400.00+ on parts for it. Once it's bolted into place the rest will be easy.

Lots of tree work to do along with mowing. Weather has been decent, hot and dry. Do need rain; looks like there may be some at the beginning of next week.

Still haven't done anything with my bike; need to clean and lube it. It's the best method for me to keep in shape without going to a gym.

Since my endoscopy and colonoscopy, I have been eating less red meat and more high fiber foods and have further reduced the junk food. My BMI was 23.83 (18.5 - 24.9 range) at this last endoscopy visit. I spoke to her relative to taking on additional trans folks. She has hired a new endocrinologist who will be starting in August. Once the new doctor is in place they will begin taking on additional trans patients, which is good for our community. Monday 11 June I called for an appointment and was able to get a 1220 hrs. that same day.

If you found this post boring, don't feel bad, so did I.

That's about it for this week; off to the shower, slap on a couple new estradiol patches and have breakfast. Have a great week everyone.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 02:43:21 AM
Hi Folks               26 June 2018

Holy moly, it's been 15 days since I posted on this thread. Let's see... what have I been doing that's boring during that time; everything:

1. Cleaning up my office, which hasn't been attended to since 2014. Reason: Don't like doing things I don't like doing.

2. Upgrading my PC's peripheral items: New illuminated Logitech keyboard. Now I can sit here in total darkness and find the keys I need while using the "Hunt and Peck" method of typing. I used to type over 200 words per minute. Problem was no one, including me, could read it. I added a 7 port USB 3.0 externally powered hub with a charging port. Added a Logitech Pro Webcam and a home grown camera stand that is quite nifty, if I say so myself.  My goal is to get Skype up and running soon. I did download Skype home version then deleted it with the intent of using Skype for Business. After consultation with Dena, I decided to take her advise and use the home version. The Business version costs money, Skype is owned by Micro Limp, who I detest with a passion so I will not be putting any more money in Bill and Malinda Gates' pockets. My next PC will NOT be running Windows; there's better stuff out there like Mac. I do not have stock in either. I do have several things in common with Bill gates; we both have been in: 1. the computer business; 2. In jail. If you don't believe me, look him up; he was arrested by the Albuquerque, NM police on 29 April 1975.

3. Had my "Bone Density" scan/test this past Friday. I asked the lady that tested me how my bones looked; she said they would probably make good soup. I should find out today from my endocrinologist whether that was a valid or fake CNN evaluation.

4. Over these past 2+ weeks we have had some windy weather. At one point it seemed like we were in a typhoon. I have been in them numerous times while working aboard ship operating in the Pacific Ocean. If you have never been in one, don't go looking for one because they are violent and dangerous. They are probably more dangerous than visiting and eating at "Mickey D's" "grommet" establishments. They really should supply free Ex Lax for desert with each order.

I did manage to do a fair amount of tree work during these past couple of weeks. Now all I have to do is clean up the branches that are scattered around the pasture. I have half a notion to call in someone with a large chipper to turn the branches into compost.

5. I have outed myself to just about everyone I know that I care about, a whopping total of 1 peoples. Unfortunately, I think that friendship turned out to be a pseudo friendship. I see it as a positive; I no longer feel obligated to send them Get Well cards. Yes, outing oneself is a very rewarding endeavor; you truly find out who your real friends are. One nice thing about my situation, having had only one friend, I didn't lose much. This brings to mind my Coyote friend I met last year. She initiated the friendship, which I felt was the highest honor I have ever received. She just liked being with me; if I called her she would come within 5 minutes if she was in hearing range. On 06 July 2017, she said goodbye and went off with the mate she selected. I miss her more than I miss most people on this planet. I knew she had to go away so she could be what she was supposed to be, a Real Coyote, a mate and Mom. Believe me, this portion of this thread is one of the truest things I have written about. This isn't a Sea Story, it's fact. I do miss her; it is a great honor to have had her as a friend. I hope she, her mate and their future puppies have good and safe lives. I know I will see her again when we meet at "The Rainbow Bridge."

6. I have been letting my hair grow; nothing new to report on this item, still looks like moth eaten cotton. I'll give the magic mushrooms a year before I declare victory or just shave it all off like I had done the previous 14 years. I realize I'm not a spring chicken, I'll never be an attractive woman (there's not enough money on earth for that to happen) so most likely I'll just continue dressing as I have done for the past 6+ years and let people think what they want to think. All I care about in my transition is that I am happy with who and what I am. As long as I don't do something to harm someone other than me, I'll be fine and no one should take issue with it, though there will always be some Jerk that will take issue with someone else's business.

7. My plan is to get Skype up and running within the last five days of June. The only thing that worries me is folks will be  able to see my messy office. It's my office so I can have it look like Albert Einstein's office did when he was alive.

8. I'm sure I have missed something. If I remember something please rest assured I'll forget it before I enter it again.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 02:53:59 AM
Hi Folks,                         27 June 2018

Time for an early update:

Yesterday late afternoon I received a phone call from my endocrinologist. This past Friday I had a Bone Density Scan at Baylor, Scott and White in Grapevine Texas. She called me with the results of that test.

I have been diagnosed with Osteopenia; what this means is my bones are not as strong as they should be, but are not so weak that they are prone to breakage, otherwise known as Osteoporosis.

Since what she told me is relative to osteopenia and nothing to do with trans issues, and the meds are over the counter and the info is readily available on the net, I will disclose what I am supposed to do.

My  normal consumption of fat  free milk is about 2 gallons per week. I take a multi vitamin that has Vitamin D3 listed as 1000 IU 250% DV. She suggested adding another 1000 IU so I bought an OTC bottle of D3 50 mcg (2000 IU), which I will add to my daily Vitamin regime. I also take a 1000 mg Vitamin C tablet with rose hips. I presume the rose  hips are to help feminize my hips.

I have an appointment on the 30th of next month for a hormone check and a follow-up on my Osteopenia. At this juncture my bones wouldn't make good soup.

Guess it's time to hit the gym and start pumping Aluminum (easier than Iron and is more impressive looking). I know I'll never be an attractive woman, so I have decided to become a "Tough Babe."

This concludes my transition update. I have transitioned surgically as far as I desire. I want nothing further than the Orchie I had this past April.

If and when I beat my body into something I like, I'll be back.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:01:06 AM
Hi Folks,                   Friday 13 July 2018

It has been exactly 3 months since my Orchiectomy Friday 13 April 2018. By the way, this is the last Friday the 13th for this year (Thanks Dena for that info).

The information I have for you-all is, in my opinion, more important than my promise to not post here:

As I mentioned l have been diagnosed with Osteopenia. This can be caused by several things, for example: low Testosterone, low Estrogen, lack of weight bearing exercise, little to no exercise and LONG TERM USE of Prilosec/Omeprazole.

My "T" after the orchie was 10 and my estradiol was 58, which my endocrinologist is happy with. This is not the cause of my osteopenia, it is too short of a time period to have had any detrimental affects and I am on Estradiol, which takes over for the missing "T."

I recently saw my Gastroenterologist's PA and asked to get off the Prilosec/Omeprazole and on to something else. Unfortunately, I have a condition that needs proton pump inhibitors so this was not possible. She recommended additional Vitamin D3 and the addition of a calcium citrate supplement, which is a natural form of calcium as opposed to most other forms which are made from calcium carbonate, "ground up rock" (an easy explanation), which can be found in much of the fat free milk sold in stores. If you are lucky enough to live within a 350 mile radius of Tuttle, Oklahoma, you can probably find a Braum's Dairy store; their fat free milk uses the calcium from milk, as they use two gallons of whole milk to make one gallon of Fat Free milk. I am fortunate, I have Braum's Dairy stores close by and buy their milk exclusively. Actually, I need to go there this morning as I am down to about a small glass full.

Please do yourself and everyone that loves you a favor and have a Bone Density Scan, especially if you have been on Proton Pump Inhibitors long term.

I do watch this site as a visitor so I can keep abreast of you all. To keep you abreast of my breasts, they are a growing, and becoming quite noticeable  :) :) :), and I love it. One of the fun things is watching men look at me (I wear a lot of pink, which is one of my favorite colors) and seeing them stare at my chest. That's positive affirmation.

All is well here, been doing some heavy tree work :) and enjoying it. The weather has been fairly warm, high 90s and low 100s :) :).

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:05:25 AM
Hi Folks,                15 July 2018

Bone problems are nothing to ignore as you are obviously aware. My osteopenia is kind of strange; it's in my right hip and spine, the left hip is fine. Go figure. I've been on Prilosec/Omeprazole for over 20 years. I wish I could get off of it but I have a hiatal hernia. During my first endoscopy, they found my esophagus to be so irritated it looked like the red butts of the zoo monkeys that have the distinction of owning them. I have the pictures here somewhere but doubt that they would pass muster if I posted them. That irritation caused a lot of scar tissue to build up in that area, which necessitates dilation periodically. This whole thing caused a problem called dysphasia (trouble swallowing), which then leads to choking. I have to be extra careful when eating, small bites, water handy and never swallow after having exhaled. I need that air to cough the stuck food out. Nice subject... ugh.

Gotta run, late for a Skype visit.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:15:48 AM
Hi Folks,                  26 July 2018

Things are moving along; Have met a very nice young lady I think is nice. I'm a lot older than she is so I'm hoping the age difference isn't an obstacle. The fact that I fell asleep and fell out of my chair the last time we had dinner probably didn't help my case and the fact that she had to tie a rope around the chair and me just so we could finish eating didn't win me any points either.

Here's the part I left out in my original comments elsewhere: When it was time to go home, she had to load me into a wheelbarrow and push me out to the cab. I just hope I can recover my dignity enough that she will have dinner with me tomorrow. I will load up on No-Doze and several energy drinks so I don't have a repeat performance. I have to get this old age thing under control. My mind thinks I'm 25 and the mirror tells me I'm 125.

Have another dinner date this evening. Now if I can only remember where this other lady lives.

Gotta go now; I shall return, maybe

Best Always, Love


Please Note:

This is a fabricated story I wrote just for laughs. There's only one Lady, Woman in my life and She is Dena, The Love of My Life.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:22:09 AM
Hi Folks,                    27 July 2018

I got back from my dinner date; had a wonderful time, didn't fall out of the chair, found her home after a few trips around the block. Took those few before I recognized her standing out front. I just thought it was a hitchhiker thumbing a ride.

My eyesight ain't what it used to be; I'm almost to the point where I need a "driving eye dog." I do have a new prescription for glasses so I'll take it to the VA in the morning and drop it off at the eyeball store; have to go there to have my hearing appliances repaired. The right aid eats power cells like they were gummy bears, causing the batteries to leak and ooze battery gunk in my ear. Sure doing a number on my right ear. It's causing the hair in my ear to grow  10 times faster than normal.

This is a really nice lady; I've had dinner with her twice now. Please keep all this under your hats, neither one of them know about each other and they don't know about this board, thank goodness.

All went well, I behaved myself as best that I could; don't think I committed too many faux pas. All in all it was a successful evening, well almost. I accidently ran over her foot as I was leaving. She didn't yell too much so I guess it wasn't hurt too bad. I did call her when I got home; she was in the emergency room having a cast put on her right leg.

Gotta go now, will update latter today.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:30:34 AM
Hi Folks,                27 July 2018

Being a fairly compassionate soul, I drove on down to the emergency room to see my lady friend. They had just finished her whole body cast. As bad as this appeared to be, I couldn't figure out why she didn't scream louder. I'd have at least stopped and hauled her down to the local "Doc-In-The-Box" that's open 24x7.

Needless to say, my stock seems to have dropped big time; when I came up close to shake her hand and ask her if I could sign her brand new cast, she threw the bed pan at me... and it weren't empty. I kinda think she may have been upset over something. She kind of acted as though she had been subjected to severe trauma of some sort.

I tried my darndest to calm her down, which  didn't work so I got her onto a gurney and wheeled her out to the parking lot. Problem was, by the time I found my car I forgot she was in the parking lot and drove home without her.

I have a feeling I won't be seeing much of her anymore; she didn't even thank me for getting her to the parking lot. Just can't please some folks these days.

About the camera and photos, I bought a camera about 2 years ago and I still haven't figured out how to make it work. I went out to YouTube and the guy demonstrating how to use it only spoke Chinese and the subtitles were in Korean. Didn't do me a Yens worth of good. When I finally figure out where to turn it on I'll let you know.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:54:25 AM
OK, do you want the Whole truth and nothing but the truth? Here's the whole truth of what I have written over the past few posts:

Hi Folks,                             26 July 2018

Things are moving along; Have met a very nice and beautiful young lady I like a lot. I'm a lot older than she is so I'm hoping the age difference isn't an obstacle.

Gotta go now; I shall return.

Best Always. Love,

Hi Ella,                          27 July 2018

I got back from my dinner date; had a wonderful time, didn't fall out of the chair,

This is a really nice lady; I've had dinner with her twice now.

All went well, I behaved myself as best that I could; don't think I committed too many faux pas. All in all it was a successful evening

Gotta go now, will update latter today.

Best Always, Love


Hi Ella,                              27 July 2018

Best Always, Love

                                   27 July 2018

The above are the truthful elements of my last three posts. The text that follows is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth:

I had dinner with Ella Raines Thursday evening; she was in town so we got together for dinner and a wonderful conversation.  The first time we had dinner was almost two months ago.

She's an absolutely beautiful and wonderful lady. I like her a lot and enjoy her company. Hopefully I'll get to meet her wife one of these days. I'll let her tell you the rest of the story.

The first lady exists; I like her a lot, more so than I have wanted to like anyone for a long time. She is absolutely beautiful and a fantastic lady. We see each other occasionally but not as often as I'd like; logistics are a problem. Time will tell where things will go. I have to keep in mind that I have been single for 35 years and I will have completed 78 orbits around the sun on "Space Ship Earth" in a few days. That's when I qualify for my astronauts patch.

Why am I telling you this here? Most of you know I goof around and kid quite a bit' probably enough to get my bum kicked.

I have told my lady friend how I feel; by making it public I hope she will know I am serious and not in kidding mode. One of the problems that come with kidding around too much is no one takes you seriously. Where  will things go? Only time will tell. Had I done nothing, nothing is the only thing that could have happened. I have always believed that if you want something, ask for it; you have a 50/50 chance of getting a yes. If you don't ask, your chances are near zero. I like the odds for asking.

The last part brings to mind a question asked of Babe Ruth and his answer. Someone asked Babe how he managed to hit so many home runs. His answer was, and I have to paraphrase here: "Most people don't know that I hold the record for being struck out. You can't hit the ball unless you swing the bat."

Good night, I have an appointment at the Fort Worth VA outpatient Clinic at 1100 hrs. today.

Best Always, Love


When I wrote this Dena was the lady I was referring to in the 26 July entry, She Is The Love of My Life and Always Will Be!
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 04:02:45 AM
Hi Folks,                     29 July 2018

While typing what was to be this post, it was blown away by my wonderful fat fingers hitting the wrong key; which one? I haven't a clue. This has happened so many times you would think this brain dead author would write her posts on another medium rather than IE, which is no longer supported by Microsoft.

Time for a new PC.

Did see my beautiful lady friend today; she is fine. I think I have previously mentioned that I have been single 35 years; I miss spoke, it should have read "been on my own 35 years." I was separated two years before the divorce so technically, I have been single 33 years.

During all those years I have worked hard to construct and maintain a wall around myself to protect me from becoming romantically involved with another woman. I have dated several nice ladies but never allowed them to cross over to my side. The wall I built was impenetrable, no one ever breached it...... Until Now.

Thank You Dena Dear, I Love You With All My Heart and Soul. 20 December 2019

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:11:25 PM
Hi Folks,                            30 July 2018

Trans Update

Yesterday was VA Clinic day; some good and some eh. Arrived at the audiology department about 2 minutes late, not a big deal. Reported in for my appointment; the receptionist looked me up in the computer and said: "You don't have an appointment, your last appointment was 30 May 18." I know I made the appointment, it was in my computer. She offered me the opportunity to wait as a "Walk-In" which I took. About an hour and a half later, I got in to see a technician. He said all the corrosion in the right aid was caused by perspiration. He asked me if I sweat heavily around the right ear. I told him no more so than the left ear. Rather than argue with him, he was bigger than me, I asked him to make me an appointment with my hearing doctor. I now have an appointment at 1130 hrs. 07 September 18 to see the doctor and order the new appliances. As of now, I'm stuck using my original hearing aids, which are at least 7 or 8 years old. They work better than no aids but not much.

Next it was downstairs to kill time before my appointment at the Women's Clinic. Stopped at the snack bar, bought a large Coke and sat down. I got to thinking of the eye exam I had a couple of weeks prior and decided to have a talk with the lady checking folks in. I told her the eye exam I had there at the VA was suspect and that I went to my civilian eye doctor and had another exam, which was more comprehensive than the 5 minute quickie exam by the "In-and-Out-Burger" guy , who was moonlighting as an eye doctor at the VA. I asked if I could have them fill my prescription from my real eye doctor rather than the burger guy. NO Such Luck, they only fill prescriptions they produce. I said Thanks but No Thanks, I'll just buy my glasses at WallyWorld.

Went back to the snack bar and sipped some of my Coke until it was time to head to the Women's Clinic. As luck would have it, I got a really nice young lady that helped me get myself "Officially" transferred to the Women's  clinic. I now have an appointment 24 August with my new VA doctor. That made my day.

Next post: Today's Update.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:25:34 PM
Hi Folks,                      01 August 2018

My favorite person in the world, deserves all of the credit for helping me see that my sometimes stupid and caustic remarks are not helpful to anyone. She is a blessing in my life; she makes my life have purpose and worth living to it's fullest.

I'm far behind in my updates / posting. Shopped for a new PC, bought my first Dell. Now all I have to is install it and download all the files from my old HP unit. The HP has been a problem child since the day it was brought home from the maternity ward. As soon as it arrived it began  exhibiting anti social behavior Hopefully this task will be completed by this afternoon and the Dell will make Michael proud.

Visited my Endocrinologist Monday afternoon. We discussed my progress with HRT. She had the nurse draw blood for a hormone check. She said there was no need to test for testosterone as the supply line has been severed and there is no chance they have returned from the medical waste dump. I should get a report today or tomorrow. If my Estradiol hasn't gone up she plans to increase the dosage. What ever she does, I hope it ups the size of the headlights.

Stopped by the local WallyWorld emporium and selected new frames for my next set of peepers. When I'm searching for new frames I never look at the price tag until I have selected the style I want. Only then will I look. The pair I selected are very pretty, are a translucent reddish pink, almost a Candy Apple red. They looked stunning on this old biddy and her pink outfit. Looked at the price tag and almost passed out from sticker shock. They cost a whopping $9.00. I thought I was seeing things or there was a mix up with the price tag. Nope, they were about the pretties and cheapest frames I have ever purchased. They should be ready the 8th of August.

Unfortunately, when I picked out the frames I didn't have my prescription so I had to wait until Tuesday the 31st to pick up  a copy of my prescription and take it to the nice lady at WallyWorld's eye-ball store.

I know I'm forgetting something; just don't remember what I forgot. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense until you consider the source.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:31:05 PM
Hi Folks,               02 August 2018


Yesterday, I received my hormone lab report; my Estradiol is low and the dreaded Testosterone is UP(?). Holy cow, a second Orchie? That only occurs when they either leave behind part of a testicle or the orchi was a unilateral orchie (one testicle) and the second is being removed.

My endocrinologist sent a note that she will be issuing another prescription that will increase my estradiol level. Hopefully, that will cause an increase in headlight wattage, something like "High Beams" pointing skywards.

Since she has told me how to increase my dosage, I can do it quite easily and as soon as the script arrives, run it down to the VA and have them fill it.

The Dell PC is up and running. Problem is... I'm not. Everything in Win 10 appears totally different from 8.1, which wasn't and isn't worth a hoot. Trouble is, I'm an Old Dog and don't take kindly to learning new tricks. I Like my kibbles and bits placed in the same spot every time. Hunting is for young pups.

Aside from the above, all is well; I'm finally getting around to cleaning my desk and doing a general cleaning of the office. While working on the area where the new PC was to go, I found over $100.00 worth of gift cards. I should be able to have three meals one day... if I don't misplace them again.

The weather seems to have moderated a bit. The last three days have been nice, mid 90s. low humidity, and nice breezes, It must have been my charming attitude and personality that caused the change.

Again, I think there is something I have forgotten, just can't remember what. Maybe I'll do better if and when I get a bit more sleep.

Time to crash.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:36:24 PM
Hi Folks,                      02 August 2018

The hormone imbalance was explained to me by an expert, my special friend. She said that since I had the blood drawn right at the end of the patches application time (84 hours) the dosage I was receiving was tapering down. The boost in dosage should resolve the issue. Fridays and Tuesdays are my patch change day. With all the patches I am aware of they are 3 day, four day. I chose to do 84 hours per patch, Tuesday morning, Friday evening.

Something I just thought of is that we had been having hot weather, I was perspiring a lot and that didn't help the patch remain firmly attached to my skin.

I'm not completely sold on Win 10. I didn't realize it was a huge change from 8. I should have listened to my lady friend's advice and gone with the Apple. Since the Dell was relatively inexpensive compared to the Mac, and I thought it would be an easy transition, I bought the Dell. Won't happen again. I will probably switch to Mac not too far down the road. When I do, I know someone I am going to heavily rely on to help me with that conversion.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:40:19 PM
Hello Folks,                  12 August 2018

Just a quick note to let you know that my new avatar is actually me as I normally present when I'm out and about. Rarely do I wear anything masculine unless it's a day like yesterday was; lots of rain. I wore an old pair of men's sneakers when outside just due to rain and the possibility of mud.

Got my new peepers from the Walmart Vision Center yesterday afternoon. The lady I bought them from gave me a nice pink hard case for them.

Received some new Pink Navy ball caps yesterday.

My increased dosage of Estradiol seems to be working; my parking lights are showing and they have a nice golden glow. The 17th of this month will mark the 5th month on HRT. It is going great.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:43:34 PM
Hi Folks,                        22 August 2018

Don't zackly know why my boobs started to shrink; yes they have shrunk too much to suit me. Not sure what is causing it. I have been on an antibiotic, Sulfamethoxazole, Trimethoprim oral. This med was prescribed due to a puncture wound to my left foot at the last joint of my great toe. Since I've been on the drug, I have lost about 10 lbs.; I'm at the weight I was the day I joined the US Navy over 55 years ago.

Unfortunately, it's not a wise decision to stop an antibiotic prior to the end of the treatment course. I looked up the drug and didn't find anything that it would cause this temporary setback.

This week I plan to begin the process of changing my gender and legal name. Since I was born in Ohio, a very good state to be from.... far away from, it appears that some clown in the "Ohio Department of Health" refuses to allow a gender change on a birth certificate. I believe the law allows it but the misguided individual that runs the department won't allow it. "Currently, the Ohio Department of Health refuses to issue birth certificates with updated gender markers. From "NAME & GENDER CHANGE GUIDE FOR OHIO RESIDENTS (ADULTS) 

I'll let you know how it goes. I'm going to start here in Texas and get everything done here first, saving the Ohio stuff for last.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:47:56 PM
Hi Folks,                     02 September 2018

Last night a very good friend let me know that I have been building up way too much fat in the belly area. We examined my diet and therein lies the problem ... or I should say problems. I am eating and drinking way too much JUNK. I remember one of my doctors asking me why I eat that stuff; I told him: "Because it tastes good and is easy." This is not healthy and if I continue doing so will be detrimental to my plan to live at least another 25 years.

What kind of friend would tell me I'm looking like I'm pregnant? I'll tell you: "The best friend I have." A true friend will always be truthful and never tell you things just to make you feel good. I appreciate her honesty, I'll be healthier because of it. Thank you my Dear, I appreciate your honesty and candor.

Best Always, all my Love, Always


Chris is my new nickname suggested by my best friend.

The boobs are back in growth mode I'm happy to say.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 03:51:55 PM
Hi Folks,                19 September 2018

It's been awhile since I last updated this thread so here goes with not too much info because there hasn't been much to write about.

My weight was a prominent issue for me; I have been hovering right around 150 pounds for weeks on end. Fifty-five years ago I joined the Navy; I weighed 152 lbs. and was 4' 23", I'm now 4' 21" and am much the same weight. I still have too much belly fat for my liking, it seems to be stuck there. I have eliminated almost all junk food, rarely eat anything that isn't healthy. I am continuously working which requires a lot of physical exertion yet my weight stays the same within a pound or two.

I realize I no longer have T so I guess I'll have to step up the exercise. I've never experienced this before as I was always able to shed fat and put on muscle. My best friend has told me that this is the way it works without T. I have no plans for adding one spec of T to my body nor do I want to. Since the start of HRT and the riddance of the testes, I have been happier than at any other time in my life. Still have a ways to go ridding myself of learned aggression, which is fortunately directed at myself. It takes time to cleanup after 77 years of living with T flowing through one's veins. Call it a work in progress and there is progress being made, thanks to my best friend, the one fantastic Lady that occupies a special place in my heart and soul.

It's late and I need to go outside and fix the wiring mess in my ISP's Network Interface where the FIOS fiber optic data is converted to cat-5 WAN/LAN, It's a rat's nest of spliced wire. Just looking at it causes errors. It was so bad that the ability to Skype became impossible, and Skype is of extreme importance in this abode.

Almost forgot; I did something quite stupid last night. It was around midnight thirty when I took the first dog out for her last P break before going to bed. We went out the door and just as it closed I checked to see if I had my keys in my pocket. You guessed it, I didn't and was locked out of the house. Fortunately, I have a neighbor that keeps a spare key for me. Of course all the lights were out and they were in bed asleep. Unfortunately, I had to call them and ask them to give me the spare key. I'm sure they appreciated my phone call. When will I ever learn... probably never.

Best always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 05:21:03 PM
Hi Folks,                             12 October 2018

I have been busy with many things, visiting doctors, having my body probed and pierced, having wax jobs, speaking of which, I had one that sent me to the doctor. I haven't had time to dig out the stories I want to post but I will when I return.

The doctor visits, for the most part, have been of the annual physical variety. As most of you know I am one of the youngest well seasoned transgender females in our community. When you become a member of the minority group known as "Seasoned Citizens" you will find there are certain dues you have to contend with, such as aches, pains, failing sight, need for prunes, etc. Twenty five years ago I saw a doctor once every ten or so years when I damaged something; now I see a doctor ten times a year. These visits are so frequent they have become social events.

I am fortunate in that I have a vast, out of necessity, network of very fine doctors. As an example, I recently found it necessary to pay a visit to my dermatologist. I had the lower half of my body waxed as I have been doing for several years. Most of you have probably heard of the Brazilian, you know the very private area in the V area between the thighs; a most tender area for certain.

I've had that area waxed numerous times without incident. Well, there's always a first time for everything and this Brazilian was mine. This puppy went south while in progress. I can withstand a lot of pain, and I withstood this, but let me tell you this was one painful procedure. It felt like someone was peeling off several layers of skin. As I found out after arriving home, this is exactly what happened. Now most of us MTF folks know what a scrotum is and how sensitive it and its contents can be. To be precise, mine is empty, like MT, nothing inside, post orchie; I think you have the picture. Oh that reminds me, I have photos of my orchie; anyone want to see them? The answer is you can't, they're private and shall remain so until I'm offered enough money for them that will allow me to buy a new Lambo.

I don't know why what happened, happened, but it did. A couple of layers of skin came off the my scrotum along with the hair. This left a very sore spot in a very sensitive area. Off to the Dermatologist's office for an important visit. Long story short several layers of skin were missing. The only explanation seems to be the thinning of the skin due to HRT. Maybe the wax was too hot, maybe it was too cold. All I know it hurt like heck. A powerful steroid and anti-biotic has about cleared up the damage. I think that's my last Brazilian. Electro-shock therapy seems to be in my future.

During my Annual Physical exam, I had to have some lab work. The only thing that concerned my Doctor was my high LDL cholesterol, which was at 113, about 14 points too high. This was offset by the good  news; my Testosterone is at <3 (less than 3) and my estradiol is at 129.1. Now I know why I have been feeling so frisky lately.

I'm tired and am going to crash, I have to mow my lawn today as I have a very important mission coming up very soon, which I am very anxious to go on. Catch you all up later when I return...... make that: "If I return."

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 05:29:28 PM
Hi Folks,                     19 October 2018

The Brazilian was not as I had expected; a bit more abusive than previous episodes. Hopefully, I can find where the lady that used to do it for me went.

Back from my mission; all is going very well. I have lots to do and not much time to do it in. I gave myself a year to accomplish my life's quest; I now have 9 1/2 months remaining. My goal now is to have it completed before next summer. It's a major life change and one I want more than anything else in life.

I just returned to Texas today. My home is now where my heart is, which is no longer in Texas where I have been for the last 40 years.  I'll write about it once I have the photos where they can be posted.

This much I can tell you, this past week I have been happier than I have ever been in the 78 years I have lived aboard "Space Ship Earth." Today has also been one of the :( saddest days of my life; I had to return to the dwelling I exist in. Not all is lost, it's a necessary intrusion that will enable me to get to where I belong and to be with the most special :) person ever in my life.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 05:38:46 PM
Hi Folks,                 18 November 2018

I didn't realize it has almost been the 30 magical days since I last posted on my tired old thread. Nothing new to report here in Texas. The weather reminds me of why I left Ohio. With climate change rearing its head four time each year I'm going to head to where the four changes are: 1. Spring, 2. Summer, 3. Spring, 4. Summer. I don't like being cold.

I don't know how all you folks up north handle the extreme cold and lack of sunshine. I have heard from very reliable sources that "Light Boxes" are a must and a fixture in most houses. I wish I could find a spot where the sun was shining 24 hours per day and was never below 85 degrees; somehow I think that's going to be a bit difficult to find.
Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 20, 2019, 06:15:32 PM
Hi Folks,                    27 November 2018

Friday 23 November 2018 was the day after Thanksgiving; I was Skyping with Dena, the Love of my Life, when I felt the need to scratch my left leg. When I got to the ankle area I noticed that my leg was excessively warm, almost hot and the area was swollen and red with signs of Petechiae, clusters of red pinpoint spots. I mentioned to Dena what I noticed and she asked me to put my leg up within camera range. She took a look at it an told me to get to a real hospital Emergency Department immediately and not a "Doc-in-a-Box."

I went to the emergency department at Baylor, Scott and White in Grapevine. They ran a blood test and an ultrasound of my left leg. They confirmed Dena's assessment that I have a DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis), a blood clot in laymen's terms. This isn't something I wanted to hear.

When I began HRT I was prescribed Estradiol Transdermal Patches. At my second blood test my Estradiol was at 10 so my dosage was bumped up. I was cautioned that Estradiol can cause DVT. My thinking is that this condition has been present for a couple years and went unnoticed as it only presented as what appeared to be a rash.

I was prescribed Xarelto; this is a fairly new clot buster and seems to be working well. I have an appointment with my primary today and one with my Endo on Wednesday. I'm talking about this because there are known instances of DVT being triggered by Estradiol / Estrogen. This condition can be extremely dangerous to your health.

When I know more I'll post any additional information I have learned.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 21, 2019, 10:57:09 AM
Hi Folks,                         28 November 2018

I visited my primary Tuesday 27 November 18. He said everything looks like it's going well. I'll most likely be on this med for 6 months and then wean off of it. I have an appointment with my Endo on Thursday so I should find out where my Estradiol level is. When this hiccup occurred, I removed all 97 patches. What a relief it was to get all that gooey stuff off my body. I was looking like the wall tile in a run down men's room in Alcatraz penitentiary.

We shall see what she has to say. Personally, I think this started long before this incident and prior to my even thinking about my transition so I don't think the Estradiol played much of a part in this if any at all. One does need to keep in mind that the older we are the more susceptible we are to certain negative medical occurrences; I'm older than most and younger than some. I'm also the oldest I've ever been and the youngest I'll ever be.

When I asked my Endo to bump my estradiol she cautioned me about the possibility of developing a DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis), so I was well aware of what could happen. Sometime last year I noticed Petechiae around my ankles after mowing the pasture. As time went on the Petechiae increased; my thinking was that it itched like a rash. Certain OTC meds made things calm down. Little did I know what was in store for this old biddy.

Why am I telling you all this? I want you to be aware of the dangers and make you aware of the symptoms so if you have them you will seek medical intervention immediately. DVT is something you shouldn't ignore; it can kill or worse, reduce one to a vegetable.

I'll return Thursday with an update from my Endo.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 21, 2019, 11:24:30 AM
Hi Folks,              28 November 2018

I was cautioned about DVT prior to receiving a prescription for Estradiol patches. After my Orchie and having been on the patches about one month I had a blood test for my hormone levels. I had been on Estradiol for 16 days sans AA's when I had my orchie and about 30 days of Estradiol so far. Believe me I was feeling great, no more problems with peeing due to BPH, sleeping better, aggression mostly gone after a lifetime of it, happiness, Boobs presenting themselves, which by the way I make every effort for them to be noticed and when they are I am greatly thankful.

When I went back to my Endo after the blood test, my "T" was 10 and Estradiol was 58. I had a second blood test about a month or so later and my "T" was <3 (not detected) and "E" was way down. (don't remember the exact number but it was low). I asked if we could bump the "E" and she said yes and also reminded me of the very real possibility of DVT, which by the way is well documented in medical literature.

We went ahead and bumped it up and tested it a month or so later; it was now 128 and "T" was still <3, all well and good. I was feeling great and the boobs, albeit slowly, were becoming more noticeable, which I really liked.

I had been mowing the pasture for several years using a combination of a tractor and a commercial walk behind mower. I preferred the walk behind because it afforded me a lot of exercise while mowing. I calculated I was walking about 7.7 miles each mowing. Last year, prior to HRT and me even knowing how to spell Transgender. I was noticing what appeared to be a slight rash around my ankles that looked like Petechiae though I assumed it was a rash because I knew my platelet count was high (clotting factor), I was on 81mg low dose aspirin and bled quite easily if cut. This fact in itself made me think it was Petechiae except for the fact that it cleared quickly and responded well to OTC salves. The other reason: It only appeared where my socks weren't covering my ankle.

I discontinued the aspirin thinking it might possibly be "P." The fact that it cleared quickly and responded well to salves kind of ruled out "P."

Have to back up here; in 2007 I noticed I was limping a lot. I analyzed my gate and sure enough my left leg was weaker than my right. I went to a sports medicine doctor that ran tests on my legs and determined that I had Asymmetric Peripheral Neuropathy. That was exciting. I started walking more and working out my legs. I managed to strengthen the left leg to where the limp was gone.

Sometimes Peripheral Neuropathy of the leg presents itself with severe pain, sometimes with numbness, sometimes both. My case was numbness, which is better than pain. I had tests run twice by a neurologist who confirmed the original diagnosis both times. His conclusion was that at some point I had damaged the Sciatic Nerve. He didn't know when or how and neither did I. I had numerous injuries while skiing (never a good skier though I enjoyed the excitement of skiing the dangerous terrain). I beat myself up pretty good, destroying my knees in the process, but having what I thought was fun (If I only knew what was ahead).

The last time I skied was in 1998 when I realized if I kept it up I was most likely destined for a wheelchair. Not an option I wanted to even consider so I quit that endeavor. Over time I figured out that everything we do has a price tag attached; we just don't know when the bill will come due; my bills were and are piling up.

Back to DVT and its precursor. I never had an indication that I knew of that indicated the possibility of a DVT, until this past Friday 23 Nov 2018, the day after Thanksgiving Day. That's when I realized that what I had been thinking was a rash really was "P."

We came to the conclusion I had better go to the emergency room. Now let me set the record straight; It wasn't me that convinced me to head to the hospital emergency room. It was Dena, the love of my life who I had been Skyping with that convinced me to go there and not to one of those "Doc-In-a-Box" places, which do have their place in the scheme of health care but not when time is of the essence.

In the emergency room they drew blood and did an ultrasound of my left leg. The diagnosis was DVT. They prescribed a standard treatment, Xarelto starter pack. Since this has nothing to do with transitioning, I'm going to supply dosage as there is only a standard dose available. I was prescribed 15mg bid for 21 days and 20mg qd until the doctor says to discontinue it; bid = twice a day, qd = once per day. This med must be taken with food. There is no generic for it and it's relatively expensive. I'm also back on the 81mg low dose aspirin.

Thursday, 29 November 2019, will be the day I visit my Endocrinologist to see where we go, hormone wise, from here. My thinking is the problem was already here before I started my transition. "E" may or may not have played some part in the DVT, which already was an accident waiting to happen. I'm going to present to my Endo what Dena suggested and that is to reduce the "E" to post menopausal levels.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 21, 2019, 11:30:55 AM
Hi Folks,                 29 November 2018

Back from the Endocrinologist; news is not what I wanted to hear but is what it is. I have two clots, both in the deep veins of the left calf. One is about midway up and the other is where the knee bends. I have to stay off the hormones for a couple of months or until the veins clear. No massaging the muscle, no support socks/hose, no heavy work, running, mowing, etc. I get the picture.

My Doctor thinks the Estradiol is the culprit, especially since this occurred after increasing the dosage. I was totally aware that this could happen; since I was "bullet proof" I didn't have a thing to worry about. What happened to that Kevlar I was supposed to be made of? It's tattered, weather beaten and worn from deflecting too many bullets.

I'm going to take it easy for a bit; think I'll retire from Football, boxing and marathon running. Don't know how the Oakland Raiders are going to do without me.

Why couldn't this be as simple as the Orchie? I am going to go to the hospital and retrieve the reports from my emergency treatment. Want to keep informed as well as possible. So that's it for today.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 12:02:15 AM
Hi Folks,                         01 December 2018

Did retrieve my records from the medical department; lots of paper filled with technical/medical terms. Now a quick "cut to the chase" explains it all:

Occlusive deep vein thrombus identified in the left popliteal and posterior tibial veins. It means I have two blood clots in the deep veins of the left calf muscle. I now have to behave myself, no more mowing the pasture with the walk-behind-mower, no climbing trees, ladders, long plane flights, parties, horseback riding, dancing, you name it. A life filled with exciting things like watching grass grow, a favorite pastime here in Texas.

Now to top off this whole ordeal, I went to another doctor today due to a non healing infection in my right index finger, yes index finger, the one just to the left of the "signal" finger. Back on antibiotics and sits baths for my finger. I have an infection of the nail bed. Had a manicure about four weeks ago; came down with the infection. Either the lady that worked on my nails caused it or I stuck my finger somewhere I shouldn't have. Where would that be you ask? I haven't a clue cause I don't stick my fingers where they shouldn't be.

About time for me to retire for the evening even though it's early morning. I'm going to treat myself to Klondike bar before I retire.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 12:10:40 AM
Hi Folks,                     05 December 2018

It's been 2 weeks since the clot problem reared its ugly head and one day shy of 2 weeks from going to the emergency room. I hope I'm not premature in letting you know my leg appears to be getting better. The swelling has diminished considerably since the onset of the DVT symptoms. The magic pill, XARELTO, appears to be working. I won't know for certain until I have another ultrasound of my left leg, where the problem appeared. This time, 29 January 2019, they are going to do both legs.

DVT is a serious problem that can cause many health issues including death and is not something one should ignore thinking it'll clear up on it's own. Had it not been for Dena, I would not have gone to the emergency room when I did. She saved my life and/or saved me from losing my leg or ending up a carrot.

What caused this problem? Don't yet know for sure. Dena and I have discussed all the symptoms I have noticed over the past few years; at first they seemed minor, then as time wore on, they came more often and with more severity culminating in my trip to the emergency department the day after Thanksgiving.

One thing I do know is that Estradiol can cause this to happen. Again, Dena and I have discussed this and it is a possibility but, considering the symptoms I have had, which I also had last year prior to my orchi, HRT and transitioning, the chances of the Estradiol/estrogen being the culprit is doubtful. My opinion is that the Blood Pressure med I had been taking until recently, Lisinopril, was a major contributor to this issue.

Bottom line, we need to take charge of our own health care by monitoring our bodies for any changes that may be occurring no matter how insignificant they seem, and asking our health care providers questions. As I learn more about my problem, I'll update this thread. Take care of yourselves.

And now you know who she is. Thanks Dena, I Love You.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 12:31:57 AM
Hi Folks,                        05 December 2018

Did I ever smoke? Does a steam engine smoke? When I was smoking you couldn't tell the difference between us except I gave off more soot than those old Iron Horses.

I started smoking around 13; whatever I could steal from my folks packs. Not a lot until about the tenth grade. Then it was about a pack a day of Lucky Strike LSMFT regular size and no filter. I really didn't smoke the cigarettes all the way to the end; took a few drags off of it and handed it off to someone else. We did this between classes.

My total smoking amounted to no more than 10 years and wasn't heavy until the year I quit for good, 05 March 1969, 49 years and 9 months as of today. When I quit I was smoking 3 packs a day of those same Lucky Strike coffin nails.

Something a lot of folks don't know is that if you ever smoked you are susceptible to aortic aneurisms, which is why I have an abdominal ultrasound done every other year during my physical. It's non invasive, painless and quick, and may save your life.

I know that the smoking I did caused damage that may now be presenting itself; it can be seen on an Echo-cardiogram. As I have said for many years: "Everything we do has a price tag attached; we just don't know when the bill will come due."

I can say this with 100% certainty, there is nothing that would get me to take even one drag off of a cigarette or any other smoking device.

Dena and I are Skyping at the moment, just a few minutes ago I measured both of my ankles. When this whole thing started my left ankle was 2" larger in circumference than my right. I measured them about a half hour ago and the left is down to 0.75" larger; quite a reduction in size.

I gave up my football career with the Oakland Raiders to be on the safe side. Really don't miss it as I never was comfortable showering with a bunch of men. Now I can shower with us ladies and I enjoy it.

So far the magic pill is doing the job they said it would. The thing they cautioned me on was to not massage the muscle where the clots are, no support hose/socks, and to not lie or sit around doing nothing.

So far so good, I'm just glad I was Skyping with Dena when I noticed the swelling and the red and hot area on my leg. After She looked at it on camera, She sent me packing to the Emergency Department saving my life and/or my leg. All I can say is since she came into my life I am happier than I have ever been in the 78 years I have been on this spaceship.

Thank you for the additional info. I also have asymmetric peripheral neuropathy in my legs, with the left side being the worst. Oddly enough, my feet have been feeling better since I started on the XARELTO protocol. I hope it improves my ability to walk like a sober person. I carry a letter from my doctor explaining I cannot pass a field sobriety test due to this condition. I didn't realize how much I staggered around when I am walking until we had a snow fall. When I went down to the pasture and walked across it and then looked back, I could see I had been wandering around like a drunken sailor; I can relate to that.

Take care my friends and enjoy the fantastic trip transition provides us with.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 12:44:17 AM
Hola, mis amigas y amigos,                   01 Enero 2019

Just a short DVT update; my treatment appears to be going well. My feet have regained some feeling that has been absent since 2007 when I was first diagnosed with Asymmetrical Peripheral Neuropathy  with the left side being more pronounced than the right.

I have been on and off BP meds for about 10 years (best that I can remember). I have found that if I maintain a healthy diet and get a fair amount of regular aerobic exercise, I can usually wean (key word) myself off those meds. The reason I mention this here is I have a suspicion that BP meds may have contributed to the formation of my DVT.

A note of caution:

Never stop BP meds cold turkey. This is a prescription for a heart attack and or a stroke. Only do so under the supervision of a qualified heart doctor.

If at any time you suspect you have a DVT, get to a real hospital Emergency Department. DVT's are not to be taken lightly, they can kill you or cause you a crippling disability you don't even want to contemplate.

Dena, the love of my life, has been overseeing my treatment. She is the one that saved my life by telling me to get my buns to the real hospital Emergency Department and not some "Doc-In-A-Box" located in a Wally World parking lot.

We have discovered what appears to be a good way of administering the medication Xarelto. It is supposed to be taken with food. It seems if the med is taken right after a fairly substantial meal the med performs much better. The swelling in my left leg diminished substantially when this has been done. Dena's thinking is that the med remains in the digestive tract longer when there is more food preceding it thereby putting more of the med into the blood stream.

Almost forgot: My high school Alumni Association has commissioned a new alumni directory. I was contacted by the publisher to update my records (not the prison ones). I decided to have them publish my bio under the name and gender I will have when I officially change them early this year. Thought this would be the ideal way to out myself to my classmates, saving me a bunch of stamps and time.

That's about it for this morning. Hope you all have a Very Healthy and Happy New Year.

Thank You Dena, You are my Guardian Angel and I Love You.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 12:50:22 AM
Hi Folks,               I9 January 2019

"Christine's Misadventures on the Highway 17 January 2019"

Had a little excitement late Thursday (17 Jan 19) evening. Dena and I were Skyping when I realized it was getting late and I needed milk for breakfast. Around 2200 hrs (10:00 PM) I decided to head to Braum's Dairy store. I headed east on my only access road out of here; cruising along at the posted speed limit, about a mile and a half along I woke up and wouldn't you know it, a couple trees jumped right out in front of me. I swerved and missed the BIG one and kind of gave the second one a right punch to the torso with the passenger side of the car.

It felt and sounded like an explosion; glass and all kinds of shrapnel were flying around inside. Once safely past those nasty trees, I looked around and saw a huge gap where the door used to meet the "A" pillar and roof; the dashboard ain't the same as it used to be either. Conclusion: The car is no longer weather tight. The right "A" pillar was moved rearward and up changing the contour of the roof, The right front fender and door are trashed, But the old buzzard continued to drive in a normal fashion so I continued on to Braum's.

When I stepped out of the car, lots of glass crumbs fell to the ground. Went in, got my milk and headed home. It was a drafty ride to say the least,  and my vision out the right side of the windscreen was somewhat compromised by the distortion of the glass. I made it home in one piece and the car made it home in more pieces than it started with.

Dena was there waiting for me on Skype. She suggested I run to the emergency room to have them check my right eye as some junk did get into it, possibly glass. I do follow her advice as She has saved me before and I wasn't about to question her judgment.

Decided not to drive my recently customized S10 Blazer so I asked a neighbor to do the deed for me. Got in quickly and had it checked; nothing could be seen in it but the eyewash eliminated the sensation of foreign substances being there.

When I arrived home about an hour or so later, Dena was still there waiting for me. Thank You Dena, I Love You more each passing day.

My decision to go out to buy milk was a poor one. I was tired and knew it. As I started down the road a voice inside me told me to turn around and go home. I told myself I could make it OK. Results indicate otherwise; my decision to push on was an extremely poor one. Fortunately, no one was injured.

Moral to this story: If you can't figure it out, my telling you won't be of much help.

Anyone want to buy a 1999 S10 Blazer? I'm selling one cheap that has new tires on the rear and a full tank of gas.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:08:30 AM
Dear Debi and Tia Anne,                      19 January 2019

Had nothing to do with you Ladies or your car. I have done this for years, nodding off that is. It was going to catch up to me one of these days; it did and the only one hurt was a car that was destined for the ash heap anyway. I guess my ego was a bit bruised, but that's a small price to pay considering how bad it could have been. I've mentioned the little voice that gives me advice, and when I don't listen to it I get into trouble; this was one of those cases. It told me to turn around and go home early enough to have avoided it, had I done what it told me to do. Instead I told myself "I can make it." Should have listened.

I have a sleep study the 31st of this month. Dena has been encouraging me to have one so the 31st was the earliest I could get in.

As strange as this may seem, I had my primary give me a referral for the study. The referrals were sent multiple times but never got there. Long story short the neurologist that does the sleep study moved and somehow wires were crossed and the referrals never arrived.

Eventually, I found where he went and got the ball rolling. Believe me, Dena has been on me everyday about this. If I had already been in Phoenix you can be assured She would have made the appointment Herself and taken me there. This was a wake up call I won't soon forget.

Now, I hope the trip is going along very well and that you Ladies are having a great time. I really enjoyed our visit Thursday and am looking forward to your return in February and us getting together again. Hopefully, the sleep study will discover the cause and the doc can find a remedy that'll work without pumping me full of drugs. I do know that caffeine works so that may be a clue to what the source of the problem is. If only I had listened to Dena; she repeatedly told me to "Not Go" because I couldn't drive. I didn't listen and I paid the price. From that point on I decided Dena is in charge. Hindsight is always 20/20, and there are NO do-overs.

I really admire and envy you Ladies for all you do and have done. I'm hoping that Dena and I will soon be doing things I know she likes to do. Believe me I'm working on it. Now, if I can just keep myself out of trouble for the next few months. Once I'm in Phoenix I am going to let Dena take charge of me. She is a beautiful, brilliant and wonderful Lady who I trust implicitly. With her running the show I'll probably live much longer than if I continue making many decisions. I can't wait until I am actually in Phoenix with Her. She is the Sunshine and the Love of my life. I Love You Dena and Always will.

Please keep us updated on your Honeymoon, it's a real pleasure reading about you Ladies and your adventures.

All my Love to both of you Ladies and God Bless you both.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:14:01 AM
Hi Folks,                       20 January 2019

I'm not sure of the duration of my Nap while "Sleep Driving" but it could have been "worser." I really think the Good Lord allowed me to escape injury to teach me a lesson. Had I been wasted, what would I have learned; only what it's like being on the non-green side of the lawn.

As stated earlier, I have one Very Good Reason to stop the foolishness: Dena. I think the Boss Up Stairs wants me to be with Her so He arranged a small demonstration of what can happen when I don't listen to Her and go do stupid things. Yes Boss, I got Your Warning Big Time. Yes Sir, I'm a going to get my act together. Napping while driving ain't going to cut it.

The one really great thing to come out of this is that no innocent person was harmed. As for the tree, it shouldn't have jumped out in front of me, especially since I was napping.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:27:56 AM
Hi Folks,                20 January 2019

This is from Dena after the accident:

"I am far from an expert on sleep issues but my guess is a mild form of Narcolepsy. She will drift off for as little as a few seconds or as long as 20 minutes then wake up almost as if nothing happened. It's something that dated back to when she was very young and she seems to live by a different biological clock. There doesn't seem to be any breathing problems so I don't think a C-pap machine would make any difference. It's also relatively easy to wake her up as I have done it accidentally by making noise so now I mute my microphone so I can observe what happens naturally."

Thanks Dena Dear, You saved my life.

Dena's now in charge. As she mentioned this has been happening for 50 to 60 years.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:32:21 AM
Hi Dena and Good Morning,                       20 January 2019

Thank You Dear, You are my Guardian Angel and I Love You.

Tomorrow is the day the vascular surgeon will check my DVT and do an ultrasound on both legs. Ten days later, it's the long over due "Sleep Study." I hope they can find an easy treatment that will put this problem in the rear-view mirror. This has gone on far too long and I am at fault for ignoring or "pooh poohing" it over the years.

I now care because You are in my life and You are truly the "Sunshine and Love of My Life" and I don't want that to change or come to an untimely end. I still have at least 25 more years to go; I'll accomplish this if I listen to You, my Angel.

Thank You Dear for Your frank and honest post. I value Your opinion and thoughts and I know You care.

To all here on this site, if Dena gives you advice you really should listen to Her; She is extremely Brilliant and knowledgeable and has many years of experience; She truly cares about each and every one of us, not just me.

Thanks everyone for reading and posting.

I Love You Dena Dear,

Your Christine
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:41:50 AM
Hi Young Lady                          20 January 2019

Thank you young lady. I gave up coffee in May 1986. I was drinking 20 cups a day minimum, a six-pack of Coke and had a diet that was almost total fat and cholesterol. I landed in the Emergency Room (When have I experienced that?) with my BP at 400/200, my heart skipping beats and who knows what else was wrong.

I talked to my Boss Upstairs, you know, The Good Lord. I made him a promise that if he would fix my problems I'd change my ways. He did and I did and for a long time I behaved myself. Back then, before I changed, I ate and drank everything I shouldn't and nothing of what I should. Once out of the Hospital, I turned a new leaf. 18 years later I was in the best shape of my life. I was 64, breezed through the Police Academy and was on top of the world.

I plan to get back on top again, probably not as high as before but I'm not going to throw in the towel any time soon. I have a Very Important Person waiting for me in Phoenix. Dena is the best Person and Lady to ever be a part my life and that includes my family; she surpasses everyone and I'm not about to do anything to mess things up. I know I have come close but those close calls should now be extinct. There are no words to adequately describe how much She means to me. As I've said: She Is the Sunshine and the Love Of My Life.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:48:08 AM
Hi Folks,                   21 January 2019

Had my appointment with the vascular surgeon today. All is not bad but things are not as good as I'd have liked. I cannot remember all the medical terms that were laid on my plate today. Thursday I will pick up the Doctor's report and his diagnosis. Once I have it I'll be able to share it with you.

He did tell me to stay off the Estradiol until after I see my Primary, a hematologist, my endocrinologist and him again. What is going on is complicated but manageable. I will be wearing Medical Compression Hosiery from now on. The pair I bought at the doctors office are of the alluring colour Beige; I can hardly wait to (gag, gag) put them on.

The good news is they do have other colours; just so happens they do make them in Pink so I can assure you I will have a couple pair in that colour along with some in Violet and Fuchsia if they are available. Beige just doesn't ring my bell.

He did say the Estradiol could have contributed to the DVT in that Estrogen is a factor in clotting as is Testosterone, except more so for estrogen, which is why more women develop blood clots than men. Now I find out. There will be a way around this. I think the hematologist and endocrinologist will be able to come up with something so I can get back on the estradiol and my feminization process.

I know DVT's are serious business and nothing to be sneezed at. They can kill you or mess you up so badly that you will wish they had.

The Doctor was upset that the emergency room PA instructed me to NOT wear a compression stocking.

The ultrasound done today was more comprehensive than the one done in ER. The lady doing the study only found one clot, but she found other problems that very well may have contributed to my DVT. If there were two clots, then I have made progress. He did inform me that the clot they found today may never disappear completely. I didn't like hearing that but reality is what it is so no point in dwelling on it. I'm just going to seek out the best medical care I can and will follow what they instruct me to do.

I can be a pretty obstinate individual and I am going to do everything I possibly can to clean up this mess and get back as close as possible to normal. This and my tree meeting have been humbling experiences. I've always thought on myself as bullet proof; that illusion is now history.

As soon as I know more I'll post it. In the mean time I appreciate your concern and comments. I thank you for your support, you make me proud to be a member of this great family.

Thank You Dena for being the Love of My Life. I Love You Dear, Christine

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 01:54:10 AM
Hi Folks,                       29 January 2019

Have an appointment tomorrow, Wednesday 30 Jan 19, with a Hematologist to see what may have caused the DVT. There are certain factors (Markers) in our blood that may predispose us to these nasty events. Hopefully I'll find out I don't have any and can get back on my hormones. When I get the results, I'll let you-all know.

Thursday, 31 Jan 19, I have my preliminary appointment for a sleep study. I'm sure you all have read about the tree that jumped out in front of me. Well, some people sleep walk or walk in their sleep. Then there are folks like me that sleep drive or drive in their sleep. Apparently I have a problem that causes me to drop off at the most inopportune times, to wit the tree incident. I checked the tree yesterday, doesn't seem any worse for wear and tear. Darn those immovable objects; you should see the car. I'll try to post a photo one of these days before I send it off to the scrap heap.

That meet up kind of put a dent in my vehicle's ability to provide me protection from wet and cold weather so I decided to bring out my favorite car, that I have allowed to languish in semi-retirement, or maybe an extended vacation. At any rate, the trusty old Crown Vic seems to have developed a couple problems just sitting around. Since the CV was my trusty Police Car when I was a cop, I want to rehabilitate her and get her back on the road.

I chose to drive the Blazer only because it has a lot of room in the back for my tree tools and it works well for the three pups when they have to go somewhere. But, it is by far the most uncomfortable vehicle I have ever driven or ridden in. There's just no room in the front area for anyone over 3 feet tall. Also the seats are a sorry excuse for something that holds our posterior in its confines. I think the people that designed this car were sadists; being in this car for any trip over 5 miles was/is a real pain in the can. Hopefully, I'll have the CV back in top notch shape in short order.

On Monday 11 Feb 19, I have a visit scheduled with my Endocrinologist. Between her, the hematologist, my vascular surgeon and my primary doctor, we will decide if I can return to Estradiol. Just a note here; We have been warned that Estradiol can cause DVT's; So can Testosterone. Both hormones cause the blood to be sticky but "E" makes it stickier than "T" does. Nothing is perfect, there's always something that can upset the apple cart.

Not to forget Thursday 28 Feb 19 I have another ultrasound of both legs at the local Baylor hospital. By the time all this is done, three months will have elapsed since Dena saved my life.

Since I am a poor decision maker, Dena and I have decided she will have the final say on my decisions, other than mundane items like which panties to wear today; I can make those without endangering anyone.

I gotta go, I got up to P, have a cup of hot chocolate, which I did and now it's time to return to the rack, lots to do today.

Thank You Dena Dear, I Love You, Christine

Remember folks, She saved my buns so I could continue posting my sordid life's story, which reminds me I haven't posted a story in a while.

My best recommendation for everyone is "Don't try the stuff I have done." It's a prescription for disaster.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 02:00:19 AM
Hi Folks,                       26 February 2019

It has been almost a month since I did an update. My tree accident happened about a month and 9 days ago. I have a second car that I preferred over the Blazer, but chose the Blazer as my daily driver because it was handy for taking the pups to the places they have to go and for hauling my Arborist equipment.

Since I turned the Blazer into a  semi-drivable junk pile, I am limited in when and where I can drive it. Back in 2011, 09 June to be exact, I decided to quit driving my 2000 Crown Victoria; I let it sit for almost 8 years. I'd start it periodically to keep the battery charged and to let it know I hadn't forsaken it. About four years ago it wouldn't start; the electric fuel pump up and quit. So it sat here until the Blazer disaster. I have been working on the problems I have found with it that would prevent it from passing the mandatory safety/global warming inspection.

I found that the windshield wipers only worked on high speed and wouldn't park, the neutral safety switch is defective and of course the fuel pump, which is in the fuel tank, is Kaput and was immersed in approximately 17 or so gallons of 8 year old stale fuel. So far I have managed to extract over 15 gallons of that stinky substance, replaced the wiper motor and have the car ready for a new windshield, which I forgot to mention that it needs.

Tomorrow the neutral safety switch will be replaced and if time and weather permits, I will tackle the fuel pump which requires removing the fuel tank, a nasty job at best. I checked with the Ford dealer to see what they would charge and got an estimate of $1100.00. Being retired and on a fixed income, I decided I could do the job a whole lot cheaper and probably better. It just takes me longer due to the weather and sheer laziness. My current goal is to have it running by Friday. That may be fantasy, but what the heck, I can dream can't I.

The Crown Vic was my cop car and is still my favorite ride. It's fast and maneuverable and handles well. It's been over 140 mph during a few high speed chases, which I won against motorcycles. I won because I was a crazier idiot than the idiots I was chasing. Those days are long behind me and I know Dena would kick my backside if I ever tried anything like that again.

Once the Vic gets to Phoenix, it's going to the body shop for a minor bit of body work to patch the bullet holes and a nice paint job and new leather interior. I'm considering Pink in place of the original black with a pink and blue leather interior to replace the current dark gray.

Thursday I go in for another ultrasound of my legs to see if the DVT has hopefully  disappeared or is digressing at a significant rate. Will let you know. The drug I am on is Xarelto which seems to be working well. It does have some issues relative to bleeding out if cut or a hemorrhage occurs. There is no known antidote like there is for warfarin or some of the other blood "thinners' (actually anticoagulants) that some folks take. The med I'm on is usually a 6 month course of treatment. I have a little under three months to go if everything goes well and the doctor thinks I can be weaned off this drug. I'm sure I'll have to go on something to help prevent further DVT's or other clots. I'm hoping I can resume HRT; I miss it, I'm not as happy as I was, don't sleep as well as before stopping HRT, peeing is becoming slightly more difficult though not as it was before I began HRT. Everything is going to be up to my doctors; I have no intention of going it alone (self medicating), I have one habit I want to continue with and that's Breathing.

Take care, I'll post any info I get that's relevant to this situation.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 02:05:36 AM
Hi Folks,                        20 March 2019

Here we are, almost 1 quarter of the year used up. I did accomplish a few things, which will follow:

Monday evening I had a sleep study to find out why I keep falling asleep at inappropriate times. Dena had been on my case to get it done since last year. I wasn't procrastinating, it was a mix up at the doctor's office. Had I had it done when Dena suggested it, I most likely would not have had the accident I had 17 January 2019.

The sleep technician woke me up about 0625 Tuesday morning and said they found the problem. The only comment she made was: "Dena saved your life again." I have been trying to decode her message and have developed a couple theories, which I'll leave where they lie. Hopefully I'll have a follow up this week or early next week.

As you are probably aware I have been working on Vic, my favorite car, which was my cop car when I was a LEO. She is now running extremely well. On Thursday 14 March 19, I sent her to a shop to have the new fuel pump installed. At 1724 hours CDT I received a call that I could take Vic home and that she would be ready when I got there. I drove her home, the first time I had driven her in almost 8 years. What a pleasure it was to feel and hear the power of her mighty engine.

There were still a few things I had to do. She needed her fuel injectors cleaned, a couple rubber insulators installed on the exhaust system. I added  fuel injector cleaner to the fuel tank and drove her a fair amount. After about 150 miles the "Check Engine" light came on. She was running lean in both banks, a good indication that the injectors were a bit clogged. Added more injector cleaner and drove her a bit hard. The more I drove her the better she ran. On Monday 18 March 19 I took her in for inspection. She passed.

Yesterday I bought her a new set of tires; what a difference that made to her ride quality. I have continued driving her a bit hard, lots of hard acceleration to help clear the injectors. Today I took all my paperwork to the county tax office and registered her. They even allowed me to use the same plate she got about 15 years ago. When I got home I put the new sticker on her new windscreen and fastened the plate to the rear. She is now legal to drive in 50 of the 57 states. I did take her out for a couple fast romps. I'm sure she is as happy as I am to have her back doing what she does so well. I know she will enjoy having Dena at her controls once we get to Phoenix.

That's about it until I hear from the sleep follow up. I'll be sure to let you know the results.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 02:17:04 AM
Hi Folks,                     27 March 2019

Today marks the 1st anniversary of my starting HRT; notice the key word "Starting." This first year of HRT has been interrupted by a DVT that appeared 23 November 2018; I have been off "Her-mones" ever since. I was on almost 8 months and have been off a bit over four. Yes, I am happy to be alive but not happy to be off.

I had my sleep study on 18 -  19 March. I have a follow-up appointment this Friday 29 March at 1145 hrs CDT. I'm anxious to learn what is causing my problem with staying awake. Hope it's something simple like "Eat more Chocolate Chip Cookies." That would be great but not going to hold my breath.

On 17 April 2019 I have an appointment for another D-dimer blood test that looks for signs of disintegrating blood clots. If it's above 0.5 then I still have a clot or clots that need to be eradicated. Will I ever get back on Her-mones? I sure hope so as my transition is kind of like a car stuck in Neutral; going nowhere fast.

After the blood test I have an appointment with the hematologist 24 April to figure out how much longer I need to be on Xarelto and what can I do HRT wise. That will require a coordinated consultation between the Hematologist and my Endocrinologist.

So medically, that's where I am at this moment, thankfully, I'm still here.

Yesterday was the day the "wreck," my old Blazer was laid to rest. She served me well for almost 13 years. Believe me, I didn't shed a tear as I rode away leaving her sitting in the Auto Recycler's parking lot. She was without a doubt the most uncomfortable vehicle I have ever ridden in or driven. Now it's Vic taking me where I need to go, though only during daylight hours.

Maybe next time I'll have something more interesting to write about. Wishing you all the very best along your journey along your chosen highway.

Lastly, but not leastly, I want to Thank the Love of My Life for Saving it. Thank You Dena, I Love You With All My Heart and Soul.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 02:23:33 AM
Hi Folks,                        29 March 2019

Lots of news  today, but first off Anesthesia: My knee surgeon and his group practice quit using GA about 10 years ago due to most patients being older ladies and men. GA has a bad history relative to older folks. I did a lot of research on this and it isn't something I want to fool with. The last time I had it, it took me a good two weeks to get my brain halfway back to abby-normal. Don't want to try it again

The aforementioned surgical team uses a spinal or epidural along with a slow Propofol drip to keep you in the twilight zone. Granted knee replacement surgery is of shorter duration than GCS, about 1.5 - 2 hours to replace a knee. When I had my orchi they insisted I be out so we settled on a propofol drip and a little Fentanyl if necessary. From the photos I have of my surgery, it just might be a bit uncomfortable if one is awake. I still regret not pushing harder to watch.

Had my sleep follow up. Here's the diagnosis:
1. Obstructive sleep apnea/hypopnea syndrome, moderate to severe, severe in the supine position.
2. Nocturnal hypoxemia is also recorded within oxygen nadir of 81%. 4% of the total sleep time is spent in O2 saturation less than 88%.
5. Her sleep is somewhat fragmented. 142 arousals (please keep minds clean) are recorded with an index of 43 per hour.

The report is five pages long. I sent the original full color report to Dena; she is smarter than me and knows a whole lot more than I do about these things.

As Dena has speculated, they also think it's possible I have a mild case of Narcolepsy. They wanted to try a med and I refused the offer.

As an aside, they gendered me correctly while there and in the report. There was one typo where they stated: "She has abnormal sensations in his feet." I can overlook that and laugh at the humor of that statement. They always use Christine when they address me. Any more, when someone asks for my name, I tell them Christine; it has become automatic because that's who I am.

This coming April "Foos-Day" I have another sleep study, this time while wearing a CPAC or whatever it's called. If I get a good night's rest and don't have all the near death events I experience, I'll be getting one to live with.

Now, as for Vic, she needs some front end work, stuff left over from before I let her rest for 8 years. The pitman arm needs to be replaced along with the upper ball joints and tie rod ends. I have all the parts that I bought about 8 years ago. I'm having trouble getting the Pitman arm off the sector shaft (spline shaft that comes out of the steering gear box that the pitman arm is attached to). If you have rack and pinion steering, the pitman arm doesn't exist.

I soaked it with penetrating oil yesterday afternoon. I'm going to try again using the pitman arm puller I used yesterday w/o success. If it works, I'll replace everything today and have the front end aligned tomorrow. If it doesn't work I may apply heat directly to the pitman arm using my acetylene torch, being careful to not directly heat the sector shaft.

If all else fails, I'll put it back together and work on it Monday if I can find a super heavy duty pitman arm puller. The one I am using is one I borrowed from O'Reilly's Auto Parts; it isn't up to the task. A really good one made in the USA can cost several hundred bucks. Not a good investment for occasional or one time use. I have several options I am letting circulate in my feeble brain.

That about does it for today; next update should occur next Tuesday after my next sleep over.

Thanks, when are you planning your bottom surgery? Once I'm settled in Phoenix, Dena and I will venture over to Dr. Ley's office for a consult on mine. I hope they have kits I can select from by then. I want a Pretty Kitty.

Not much older than you? I bet I have at least 10 or more on you. I'll be 79 this year if I make it to August. No plans on checking out in the next 25 years unless another tree jumps in front of me. Hopefully that possibility will be eliminated shortly.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 02:27:53 AM
Hi Ladies,                             02 April 2019

Had my second sleep study last night / this morning. Used a CPAP machine, started with a nasal piece (2 different styles) and then graduated to a face mask. The latter seems to be the direction I will be going. Had a lot of REM sleep (don't remember the dreams I supposedly had) and left there fairly well rested.

Using the CPAP will require some serious changes here at home. The pups currently sleep with me. That will soon stop. I'll let them have the current bedroom and I will move to one with it's own bathroom, the Mother-In-Law room, currently used for storage.

I have been packing things for the move to Phoenix and this room is where the boxes are stacked. I think there's enough room for the bed. I'll miss the pups but that's the price I have to pay so I can hopefully avoid additional unexpected sleep episodes.

The accident I had in January was a rude awakening. Dena had been on my case to have the study back last year and the night of the accident She warned me and asked me to not go to the Dairy store. In my arrogance I didn't listen to Her; we all know the result of my stupidity. Dena is now in charge; I'm a poor decision maker when it comes to me. I have always taken too many chances, constantly pushing the envelope; an accident looking for a place to happen. It finally caught up to me. Fortunately, only the car, tree and my ego were damaged. The car? It's in the junkyard where it should have been the day it came off the assembly line. That's the best I can say for the Chevy S10 Blazer.

Time to have Bfast , wash my hair and shower. The sleep study entails a large number of electrodes attached to one's melon. Mine is full of gooey goop that kept the electrodes in place. Later this week I should learn exactly which machine I will be getting. It'll probably be Nuclear Powered and in my favorite color PINK. That's what the sleep tech has requested.

Thank You Dena for saving me from myself; three times and counting. I Love You With All My Heart and Soul.

Back when I know more.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:08:39 AM
Hi Folks,                     03 April 2019

There are a couple items Vic needs taken care of; a new fuel filter and the Pitman Arm removed without resorting to heat.

The fuel filter needs to be replaced for two reasons: the fuel that was in the tank when I started reviving her was 8 years old. It smelled bad and needed to be removed. The fuel lines were filled with this old gunked up stuff and there was fuel remaining in the tank.

So far she has run about 500 miles, some of it hard in an attempt to force the fuel system cleaner to purge the system of contaminants. By replacing the filter, I'll be able to tell just how much junk has made it to the filter. If it is fairly clean then I can allow her to run 5000 miles before replacing it again.

The next item is removing the Pitman Arm from the sector shaft. So far it has been a pain in the posterior. Tomorrow I should have something arrive that will make removing the pitman arm a lot easier. I'm hoping to have the arm replaced tomorrow without resorting to heat. Will let you know how that goes.

I'm going to Dallas Saturday 06 April for our monthly MTF meeting. Hopefully there will be several new members.

Will update the pitman arm adventure later today.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:13:26 AM
Hi Folks,                26 Apr 2018

Had a visit with the Hematologist Wednesday 24 Apr 19. My result from the D-dimer blood draw and test on Wednesday  17 Apr was better but nowhere near normal; normal is <=0.49. Mine was 1.73, down from 2.31 earlier in the year. This can mean several things, clots are still present, clots are still forming. All I know is I'm still on Xarelto and will be for at least another month.

On Wednesday 15 May I'll have another BT and then see the doctor again on 22 May. We have talked about stopping Xarelto for a month and going on Warfarin (rat poison) for a month and then having another blood test that will tell if my body has a propensity to produce clots. Right now it's continue as I have been doing and wait and see.

Went to the Endocrinologist yesterday. Still on No-mones and it'll have to stay that way for the time being. Still sitting at a traffic light in a stalled car.

Sleep issues have been somewhat of a bear. I have moderate to severe Sleep Apnea. I started using a CPAP machine, which I have had trouble with. It's either me or the machine. I finally had a decent night's sleep last night, which was after the sleep tech at the Sleep Doctor's office changed some of the settings on the machine; she did this remotely so it's a high tech unit. She made a couple more changes for me today so I hope I'm over the hump in adapting to sleeping with it. Time will tell.

My little pooch Friday, the only man in the house, had his teeth cleaned Wednesday while I was at the doctor's office. He had to have one tooth extracted that was cracked, loose and infected. Thankfully he's doing a lot better today.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:20:18 AM
Hi Folks,                26 April 2019

I use a CPAP machine due to severe sleep apnea. The CPAP has been a pain in the can. They have a portal for the patient to see the results of their treatment with the machine. The problem is the website was designed for the 95% of the population that haven't a clue. Unfortunately, something designed for them is essentially useless for an engineer. It's not doing much for Dena and me so I have been having the doctor's sleep tech print out what she sees, which is much more detailed. Logistics is a problem and she has other things she needs to do besides answer my questions.

We made some changes to the machine's settings; decreased the ramp time, upped the minimum pressure and the maximum. They gave me three full face masks, S, M, L. They fitted me with a M. Last night I switched to L and slept the best so far. I want this thing to work. I'm sick of being paranoid while driving and I'm sick of just dropping off to sleep without warning.

My accident 17 Jan 19 was enough for me, and it got my attention big time. It was totally my fault because I didn't listen to Dena when she warned me not to go that night. She is now in-charge; I only make mundane decisions like which shade of pink panties to wear. 

As far as the clot issue, it is what it is. I'm not about to risk a stroke or death by self medicating for E. I don't have to worry about T, it's history. Somehow this will get resolved on the positive side, just don't know how or when. I'm going to let the Doctors and Dena make the decisions. I haven't the expertise or medical knowledge to risk going it alone.

Aside from these issues, everything is fine. Vic is running well, in fact better than expected, especially for having been stored and exposed to the elements for 8 years. She needs the A/C fixed, I have the parts, a blower and the climate control module. The blower is a no brainer and easy to replace. Not so for the CC module. It goes into the firewall behind the engine, which will require removing hoses and other items just to get at it. It's on a low priority list at the moment. If it ever warms up maybe I'll get "rountoit."

My priority now is to sell the collector cars I have; once they are gone I'm off to be with Dena in Phoenix. She is the Sunshine in my Life and I want to be with Her for as long as I am on the green side of the lawn; in the case of Arizona, the sunny side of the sand and or rocks. The only place I want to see grass is anywhere I don't have to care for and/or mow it.

My "E" was 58 the first time it was checked. I don't recall what it was when the clot reared it's ugly head. This is something that will take time to resolve. I may have to remain a Eunuch that presents female.

I have three pups, Abigail (Abbie), Friday and Ella. Abbie is a mixed breed terrier, Friday is a Jack Russell and Ella is an Australian Shepard with a full tail. Friday is the Man of the house, everyone else is female. Friday has it "maid."

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:23:57 AM
Hi Folks,                 19 May 2019

Here is a quick update:

Friday 17 May 2019 - Machine replaced due to defect. Had an intermittent problem that would leave me gasping for air in the middle of the night. Dena figured out it must have a defective air pressure sensor. Called the supplier and they replaced it, under warranty, with a new unit. Used it last night and it worked as it is supposed to.


Had another D-dimer blood draw Wednesday 15 May 2019. Will learn the results Wednesday 22 May 2019. The result will determine how we proceed with treatment and my suspended HRT. Whatever Dena, the Doctors and I decide, will be subjected to extreme caution and safety.

Phoenix & Cars
Cars are now visible and can be viewed. A collector is coming to see them sometime in the next two weeks. We've looked at recent sales of similar cars and it appears that they are in demand due to their rarity. As soon as they are sold, I'll be on my way to be with Dena so fast that my shadow will be my only remaining vestige in Texas.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:27:15 AM
Hi Folks,                           28 June 2019

Thought it about time I post something on this site and on this thread before it's recycled.

Have been working on the cars, actually the one car, the Hemi Daytona. A collector came over Saturday to look at it. He's into pristine cars and mine are not pristine. They have been sitting 51, 50, 44, and 32 years. They are dirty and are in pretty much the same shape they were in when I stopped using them.

Selling cars like these requires patience and buyers. Time will tell.

Wish I was in Phoenix with Dena instead of being here in Tejas; the cold weather is getting to me. It's probably warmer where Danielle is.

Still on "No-mones" making me a bit of an unhappy camper. I have an appointment at UT Southwestern Medical in Dallas on Friday 13 September 2019 for my blood/DVT problem. I'm on the cancellation list so hopefully there aren't too many ahead of me and I can get in quickly.

I Know, September is looming and I wanted to be out of here by the first of August at the latest. Doesn't look like I'm going to make my self imposed deadline. I will get to Phoenix if I have to walk. If you see an older gal and her three pups walking westward on I-10W we'd sure appreciate you stopping and offering us a ride. I'll ride on the roof so there will be room for the pups in the passenger compartment.

I hope this thread hasn't been repossessed and recycled due to lack of posts. I'll try to update it a bit more often when I have some free time.

The trouble with being retired is you never get a day off. I've been thinking of finding my self a job so I can have weekends off and 2 weeks of vacation each year; sounds like fun.

That's about all the earth shaking news I have; don't pay attention to the rumors going around; I'm not skydiving or base jumping. Have a good one all.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:32:28 AM
Hi Folks,                 24 August 2019

Not a whole lot to report. I did get good news on my last D-dimer blood test. I was below the threshold, which is a good sign that the clots have dissolved and been cleared from my system. I have an appointment at the University of Texas South Western Medical Center to have them review my case and see what I need to do in the future. That's on Friday 13 September 2019.

Another Friday the 13th appointment. Reminds me of my orchie, Friday 13 April 2018. That was a happy day and I'm hoping this coming Friday 13 September is a happy one as well.

The cars are coming along, though not as rapidly as I had wished. I have had to replace all 12 tires on the three cars. That makes 18 tires I have had to buy this year. 50 year old tires just don't hold air very well. I hope to have all the car issues resolved within the next month. I'm behind on my self imposed schedule. The accident I had in January set us back at least three months.

I'm still on NO-mones. I am planning on seeing the Endocrinologist shortly to see if I can get back on HER-mones. Fortunately my boobs are still here and noticeable with a very minor loss in size. She and I talked about the hormones and she suggested a very low dose. Any dose will be better than the NO-mones.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:37:43 AM
Hola mis Amigas,              26 August 2019

Well Clown you sure did outdo me and my sleep-driving adventure. Fortunately no one was injured in either of the accidents, Thank God for that.

Latest news, I had an endoscopy a week ago today. I still don't have the results from the biopsies they took. I spoke with the doctor's nurse today, she said it could take up to two weeks. Wonderful not knowing.

I wanted the procedure without anesthesia but the doctor (female) said the only way she did the procedure was with the patient comatose. She and I had a bit of an argument over this issue. I told her I would go ahead and have it with Propofol only, no other sedatives and she agreed.

After it was over and I was awake she came by to let me know how things went and to show me the pictures she took. I told her our personalities clash and that I would never see her again and that: "Personally, I don't like you." I think Dena hit the nail on the head when she said she probably only knows how to do it one way. Probably didn't want me watching in case she made a mistake. That's scary.

Thank you ladies for the fine comments. I wish you all well on your transition journey. Mine is stalled at the moment. Being on the green side of the lawn is much better than the alternative.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:39:35 AM
Hi Folks,                 27 August 2019

Just a quick update:

Spoke to the nurse for the doctor that performed the endoscopy 8 days ago. Could be up to two weeks before I know the results.

My appointment with UTSW Medical School was canceled yesterday. I had a VM message telling me to call them. I now have an appointment for Tuesday 03 December 2019. That's only 3+ months out. Just what I needed to have happen.

Looks like I'm batting zero.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:44:25 AM
Hi Folks,                 11 September 2019

Not too much to report; I did get a clean/clear biopsy report from my recent endoscopy; that was reassuring even though it took three weeks to get it. I'm still on "No-mones" and have reaped the down side. Rather than osteopenia, I now have osteoporosis. Not Good and most likely a result of having Low "T" and Low "E." Need to make an appointment with my Endo.

My DVT has cleared up. My recent D-dimer Blood Test results are good: <0.20. The reference range is 0.00 - 0.49 which is normal for someone without DVT or PE (Pulmonary Embolism), so I'm good there thanks to Xarelto, which is very expensive. Yes, I'm in the Medicare Part D drug plan donut-hole. The price of my meds just took a big jump up.

Still nothing on the cars. Can't sell them if I can't get them safely out of the garage. I have a door person coming over Friday to see if they can fix it. No one makes a door the size of mine, 15' 9". Most double garage doors are 16'. How did I get such an odd ball size door? Just the kind of luck I have once in a while. Hopefully, they can fix it so I can get them sold before winter sets in; and it is coming.

I have commented on my aversion to GA (General Anesthesia). It's been 3.5 weeks since my endoscopy which was done with a mild form of GA (Propofol) I have felt a bit crappy these past 3.5 weeks since the procedure. Just today I started to feel better, which I hope continues. Staying healthy, beats medical procedures and the need for GA.

That's it for the time being.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:47:30 AM
Hi Folks,                 20 September 2019

Not much going on, still on "No-Mones" and don't know when I'll get back on "Her-Mones." The main issue being the DVT I developed the day after Thanksgiving last year.

I have an appointment at the VA Monday for my annul physical and learn whether they will supply me with Xarelto through the VA pharmacy. I hope they do as that stuff is expensive on the open market. So far Xarelto has been keeping me going without any problems.

Been working on the garage so I can get the cars out. Found a shop that repairs garage doors as well as selling them. The guy examined my door and said he could fix it for $150.00. I'm in the process of clearing a path for him and a way he can get up on the cars without damaging them. Lots of padding and heavy plywood.

I wish I had more to write about as the stuff above is quite boring. One of these days I hope to have something interesting to post. I guess I'm just trying to keep this thread alive and out of the ashcan of history.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:51:25 AM
Hi Folks,                 11 October 2019

Had my garage door repaired today, the door tech replaced all ten rollers (five each side of the door) with heavy duty SS rollers with sealed bearings and extra long shafts (compared to the originals); less chance of them coming out of the hinges, which is where they are located. It was good to see it go up and down for the first time in about 12 years. I was surprised how nicely it works, actually better than when I first bought this place 40 years ago, which, by the way, was before you were born.

EDIT: I forgot to mention the staggering cost to repair the garage door. It was a bank buster at $151.01, tax, title, out the door (no pun intended). Four weeks ago they quoted me a price of $150.00 give or take a couple bucks. They didn't try to sell me anything and I was looking to buy a new door. The tech told me my door was fine, just needed new rollers. Talk about honest. END EDIT 2148 DST 11 Oct 19

We can now advertise the cars FOR SALE; prospective buyers can come and readily see them first hand. If they decide to buy them, they will be able to move them out of the garage without concerns about the garage door.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:53:54 AM
Hi Folks,                 11 October 2019

I have an appointment with the endo on the 25th of this month that I have to change as I have an appointment at the VA that day. I can get an appointment with the endo almost anytime I want; the VA is usually a 2 month wait. So much for socialized medicine, which is why I stick with my civilian doctors for most issues.

I'll bring the subject up about estradiol injections when I see her. I do want to get back on "She-mones" so I can experience the pleasure of being more female as I did before last 23 November 2018, the day of DVT infamy. Besides, I miss my boob growth; I now have "No-growth."

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:56:37 AM
Hi Folks,                          14 October 2019

Our collector cars, we want to have them sold so I can be on my way to Dena's. Today, I announced that the cars are FOR SALE on a car site devoted to the Wing Cars, as the Daytona and Superbird are known as. I am going to package them as a three car lot. I think there will be more incentive for some serious collector to take all three cars. Two of them, the 68 Road Runner and 69 Super Bee, were only driven 4405 and 2681 miles respectively, their first year.

I expect to have them listed on the Internet within a week or so. I have a couple things to do before I can put them out there. One car remains on flat tires and I have no way of putting new ones on it until the car in the middle is moved out. I used to be able to move it because it would start. I haven't started it in 20 years or so. It's 50 years old, the rubber fuel lines are suspect, the exhaust system is open headers which belch flames. I DO NOT need a fire in this place or have the car burst into flames due to a leaking fuel line. Better to error on the side of caution.

I need to buy 4 tires for the Road Runner and have them mounted on rims I can put on the car once the Daytona is moved out of the way. I have "Car Skates" on the front and will put two under the rear tires tomorrow. That way we can push it towards the middle of the garage, put the new tires on it and hopefully, send it on it's way to it's new home.

A week from this Friday I have my appointment with the VA. I hope they agree to provide the Xarelto I need to prevent a recurrence of DVT's and any other blood clot.

Sorry folks for such a boring post. Not much exiting happening so far so all I can come up with are mundane ramblings. I hope to get back on Her-Mones this month so I can resume my transition and get my boobs growing again. They were looking pretty good, enough so that men would look at them, which made me smile, while thinking they were jealous.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 10:58:14 AM
Hi Folks,                 15 October 2019

The Daytona is the only one with the engine in it. The other's engines are disassembled; explanation too long for this post. If it had gas in it, it would start. It's 50 years old and the rubber fuel line are suspect so there's no chance I'll attempt to start it.

One Year ago today I flew to Arizona to spend the week with Dena. It was the best vacation I have ever had. Even though I see Her every day, I still miss Her. I can't wait until I can be there permanently, which can't happen too soon.

Take care young lady.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:00:59 AM
Hi Folks,                 28 October 2019

Received good news from the VA today; they have approved my request for the VA to supply me with Xarelto, the stuff that is helping to keep me on the green side of the lawn. Should be receiving it in the mail soon. That was a lot quicker than I had expected.

A week from this Thursday I have an appointment with my Endocrinologist. I'm hoping she puts me back on "Her-Mones" so I can resume my transition. I'll talk to her about the injectable Estradiol. The problem I see with injections is, that once they are in, you have to live with it for a certain period. The patches insure a more even supply which imitates the human body to a reasonable degree. I'll see what she says and let you know what I choose to do.

As long as I'm on Xarelto, I'm not too worried about another DVT or developing clots elsewhere. I've had my blood tested for everything under the sun. The Xarelto is doing it's job of keeping me from throwing new clots and it's keeping my blood from clotting too rapidly.

When I developed the DVT that Dena correctly diagnosed last year, I immediately  removed my patches and headed for the emergency department at our major hospital. Essentially, my body stopped receiving "Her-Mones" almost instantly.

The patches are a bit of a nuisance but I like the idea of an even hormone delivery system. I'll know more 07 November 2019.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:04:56 AM
Hi Folks,                     28 October 2019

I'm lucky they have Xarelto in their formulary. It does require special approval. I had to jump through hoops to get them to review my case. Lots of documentation from all my doctors; labs, ultrasound, Special blood tests TT/TCT & D-dimer, and associated reports. They want to insure when they provide meds like this that they are medically necessary.

Before I went on Xarelto, my left leg below the knee to my foot was swollen, red and hot to the touch. I went to the drug store and received my free prescription Xarelto starter pack. Within 4 hours of taking my first dose, the swelling started to subside, the redness diminished and by evening the left leg looked almost normal.

I had two major clots at the Junction of the Saphenous & Popliteal veins, just below and behind the knee of my left leg; these showed up on the initial ultrasound. My next ultrasound a few days later showed one clot cleared and the other diminished. By the third ultrasound, all clots visible via ultrasound were undetectable. After that, they relied upon special blood tests: D-dimer and TT/TCT. The D-dimer shows clot residue and TT/TCT shows the time it takes for ones blood to clot.

My initial D-dimer test results were very high indicating the presence of remaining clots. The residue that shows up in the D-dimer test comes from disintegrating clots. Dena's theory was that I had numerous micro clots throughout my system. Her assessment of micro-clots was later confirmed by my Hematologist. She had figured it out before he did. Dena Saved my life the day she diagnosed my DVT and sent me to the Hospital Emergency Room. Had it not been for Her, most likely I wouldn't be here today. Her medical knowledge exceeds that of many medical professionals, including doctors. Don't discount the advice She gives you.

I'll update this when I know more. Updated 29 October 2019 1017 hrs DST/MST

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:06:22 AM
Hi Folks,                 30 October 2019

Here's my latest update:

Received a confirmation call from the VA today, explaining how to use the med (which I already knew; been on it over 11 months), that it was mailed to me yesterday and that the doctor that reviewed my case agreed that I need to be on it long term; I guess that means while I'm on the green side of the grass, which I hope is a long time.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:07:48 AM
Hello Ladies,             05 November 2019

Received a call today from my new Hematologist's office informing me they had received all the necessary records of my DVT and its treatment regime; the doctor can now see me. I have an appointment with him Wednesday 27 November 2019. Maybe I'll be lucky and get an answer as to what caused the DVT. Hopefully, it'll be something simple and easily corrected.

I can hope can't I?

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:11:17 AM
Hi Folks,                 06 November 2019

Ladies and Gentleman, I thank you for your replies, your kind words and thoughts.

The first three D-dimer tests I had, the results were way above normal; the fourth and subsequent tests have been fantastic. No disintegrating clot residue has shown up in the latter tests. I just hope it stays that way. What that means, in all probability, is that my body is not generating (throwing) clots. I hope the Hematologist will figure out why I developed the DVT. Had it not been for Dena spotting the DVT symptoms, most likely I wouldn't be here today. She saved my life and has saved the lives of countless other people on this net.

One of the nice things about Xarelto, unlike Warfarin, you don't need monthly blood tests for dosage adjustment and are not on a restricted diet (eat what you want). The down side is the cost if you have to pay out of pocket; it will cost you approximately $500.00, give or take $100.00, for a 30 day supply of 30 pills.

I really don't know how they get away with prices like that.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:14:10 AM
Hi Folks,                 07 November 2019

Went to my Endocrinologist today. She put me back on She-mones via Estradiol patches, the lowest dose made. She said I could still develop a clot even being on Xarelto Anti-coagulant. I'll keep an eye on both legs, especially the left, which is where the clot first presented.

We also talked about the Osteoporosis; she had prescribed Fosamax several months ago, and I had the prescription filled. When I got home from the drug dealer, I started reading up on the stuff; didn't like what I read so I never took it. Today, she told me there are only two treatment plans for this affliction. There's actually a third .... it's called Embalming, which I'm definitely not interested in. Of the two remaining treatments, the first is Fosamax, a pill taken once a week. The second option is a twice yearly injection. Once you start it, you cannot stop until you hit the Embalming stage; a rather gruesome and bleak choice making it an easy decision.

The next thing I need to do is visit the VA and see if they will approve the Fosamax and my BP med Benicar.

Well folks, that about does it for this installment. Take care and enjoy life.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:18:15 AM
Hi Folks,                 29 November 2019

Time for an update:

Went to my new Hematologist Wednesday 27 November 2019. I have yet to start back on She-Mones as I wanted several opinions about restarting them.

The Hematologist I saw Wednesday did a lot of analysis of my case prior to me seeing him. Without subjecting me to extensive testing, he determined my DVT was most likely due to heredity. My Father developed a blood clot in one of his legs in 1964 at the age of 53. Long story short he was on blood thinners (Warfarin, a rat poison) the last 30+ years of his life. He passed away 4 days shy of his 95th birthday.

The long and short of it is if I stay on Xarelto, I should not develop another clot. He said it would be OK for me to restart Estradiol patches. He said the fact that my clots were below the knee was good and that Dena spotting the symptoms of the DVT and sending me to the real Hospital Emergency Department saved my life. Thank You Dena Dear; I Love You.

I have another appointment at UTSW Medical Center teaching hospital 03 December 2019, with a doctor in the blood disorder department. This should give me another viewpoint on my DVT situation. My plans are to restart She-Mones once I get an OK from UTSW.

Looking forward to restarting Project "Boobies" with the hope of developing at least a set of "B" cups. I can dream can't I?

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:20:14 AM
Hi Folks,                 05 December 2019

I want to wish everyone here a Blessed, Healthy, Happy, Merry Christmas and New Year.

God Bless You All.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on December 22, 2019, 11:43:10 AM
Hi Folks,              21 December 2019

Went to my favorite Pharmacy today and had them fill my new prescription for Estradiol patches. I'll start the first patch tomorrow morning after I get up for the day.

I have been off Her-Mones (Estradiol) since 23 November 2018 when I developed a DVT in my left leg. On 07 November 2019 I visited my Endocrinologist. She felt I would be safe using the lowest dose Estradiol patch possible while also remaining on Xarelto anticoagulant.

I have repeatedly been tested for clots via the D-dimer blood test; the results are negative for clots.

Before I filled the prescription, I wanted to seek the counsel of two hematologists, Long story short, they feel that as long as I remain on Xarelto while I am on Estradiol, I should not develop a blood clot. My hematologist believes my clot (DVT) was due to heredity; my father had a history of blood clots in his legs starting when he was 53; he was also a fairly heavy user of tobacco (cigarettes and cigars).

Since there is a family history of blood clots and I have suffered a DVT, the hematologists felt it was hereditary and not the Estradiol. They both feel as long as I stay on the Xarelto I should not develop another clot. To be safe I need to remain vigilant for any signs of a clot. I will also remain on the low dose aspirin regime I have been on for several years.

There is a special blood test to determine if in fact my DVT was caused by heredity. It's complex and requires my going off Xarelto for a month or more, likely shifting to Warfarin, a rat poison; doesn't give me a warm fuzzy thinking about it, so I didn't and won't do it.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 01, 2020, 11:27:30 PM
Hi Folks,                01 February 2020

Still alive, have an eyeball appointment Monday. Will find out, hopefully, if it's an easy fix. If everything isn't fixed I have another plan that I know will get things moving in the right direction.

Will let you know how goes it,

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on February 02, 2020, 01:39:52 PM
I hope that you get good news on Monday.  Whatever happens, don't give up or get downhearted.  You've come through a lot to get this far.

Advice I heard many years ago is still good:
Plan as though you are going to live forever;
Live as though you are going to die tommorow.

I can't send you a PM, which is disappointing on this, ahem, less restrictive site.  Please don't let such things, or your eye problem, get you down.  In your varied life, you must have been knocked down by tougher opponents, human or otherwise, than the ones who beset you now.  As you get older, you may need a long count now and again, but keep getting up until God himself knocks you down and raises you up.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 03, 2020, 02:01:00 AM
I hope that you get good news on Monday.  Whatever happens, don't give up or get downhearted.  You've come through a lot to get this far.

Advice I heard many years ago is still good:
Plan as though you are going to live forever;
Live as though you are going to die tommorow.

I can't send you a PM, which is disappointing on this, ahem, less restrictive site.  Please don't let such things, or your eye problem, get you down.  In your varied life, you must have been knocked down by tougher opponents, human or otherwise, than the ones who beset you now.  As you get older, you may need a long count now and again, but keep getting up until God himself knocks you down and raises you up.

Hi MaryT,            03 February 2020

Thank You MaryT for your kind and encouraging comments. I have never been beaten, I always win in the end; it's nothing more than a game. What I have been told by many of my former opponents I'm no fun to do battle with because I always win.

I'll tell a little story that's true:

When I was in the Navy I was on a Top Secret Project where I was one of about 25 Navy personnel (Staffing varied from month to month) and a contingent of engineers and scientists. I worked on a sonar system that was so unique there were only 4 of them in the world.

I spent most of my time working with the engineers and scientists rather than playing cards, watching movies, reading porn books or just plain grab-assing. I was working and learning. I also had to stand Navy watches, two per day, 4 hours per. So most of my day was consumed where I didn't have any free time, barely enough to sleep.

One day while I was working the XO (Executive Officer) came into the Sonar room and told me he was taking me off the watch list, which would mean I wouldn't have to stand those two 4 hour stints doing Navy stuff. I asked him why and he said: "Because you're working all the time and need to get some sleep." I thanked him and told him he didn't need to do that because I could handle it. He insisted, I thanked him again and continued on working.

About 30 minutes later the Senior Navy Chief came storming into the Sonar Room and said to me: "When Mr. Clark (not his real name) leaves (Is Transferred) I' m going to get your ass." About a month later Mr.  Clark was transferred. My life became a living hell. Fortunately I had friends that worked at BUPERS (Bureau of Naval Personnel). This is where all reassignment orders originate. I sent a letter to my friend Bill who was a detailer there, one of the persons who assigns people to their next duty station.

I let him know what was going on between the Chief and me. He said he'd take care of him. I also asked another friend there to get me orders to one of our sister ships operating in the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea. In a flash I had my orders and was on my way.

Spent my last year in the service working on one of our sister ships. It was great duty, great crew and great ports. On 15 December 1966 I was separated from the Navy, not discharged as I had a 6 year obligation, the last two were in the Reserve.

Spent Christmas at home then went to New York for a job interview with General Instrument Corporation. With nothing more than a handshake and "When do you want to start," I had my job; I was recruited while I was still in the Navy (ring any bells?).

Once I was on board I had to reapply for my security clearance. That took about two months before it came through. On 17 March 1967 I was back aboard my first ship as a Civilian Engineer, Consultant if you will. The ship was in dry-dock at the time so we were inport about 2 months. One evening I decided to go into town, Yokosuka, Japan, to have a nice dinner. Decided on the Kobe Beef Steak House.

I'm sitting there enjoying my dinner when all of a sudden a voice behind me said: "Headley, What are you doing here?" I looked up and saw it was the Navy Chief that had given me so much grief while I was on the ship. I told him it's Mr. Headley Now!

He sat down and started to spin a tale of woe. He said when he received orders off our ship, he didn't get any leave and had to report immediately to an LST off Vietnam. He said he hadn't been home in over two years and couldn't understand what happened. I looked at him and thought to my self, "You're Looking at what happened." I won and got to experience the results. I didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing why or what  caused his woe. He made a serious mistake when he issued his threat: "I'm going to get your ass."

Do I have any recriminations? None what so ever. He screwed with me for some stupid reason, probably one conjured up in his imagination.  My best guess was that he was pissed because he made the assumption I asked Mr. Clark to take me off the duty roster. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Thanks MaryT. Hopefully, you will get to read this post. If you don't I'll email it to you. If you don't get to read it here...

I don't go down, I don't give up, and truth always prevails. Your advice reminds me of a quoted saying I saw recently; I have altered it for my own situation. This version is for Dena, the Love of my Life:

TO DENA, I want to live as long as you, minus one day, so I'll never have to live without you. Your Forever Christine

God Bless MaryT

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on February 03, 2020, 04:40:06 PM
That's a great true story.  Keep winning.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 03, 2020, 11:36:25 PM
That's a great true story.  Keep winning.

Hi MaryT,                          03 February 2020

Had my eye appointment today. Got there about 30 min early so I could fill out the 25 pages of questions they wanted answered. Got that done then went in and started my exam. First they checked my BP, 93 / 60 Pulse 70, tested my ability to see and comprehend the big letter with one vertical leg, two arms and a leg sticking out. Passed that with flying colors. Next it was dilation; something a lot of our community experience. Instead of a willy wand they put drops in my eyes. Did that ever open them up.

The whole time we were there, they gendered me correctly and called me Ma'am or Christine. There were quite a few folks waiting for their turn at the exam. Once we started it was a well coordinated continuous process of exams. I almost had a feeling they were going to give me a proctologic exam as we proceeded from exam station to exam station. It wouldn't have surprised me if there had been someone with a big smile on there face, a blue glove on one hand and a tube of KY in the in the other, beckoning me into their exam room.

Fortunately, that person was busy with someone else. A lot of the testing was boring and lengthy. I fell asleep while a couple of the tests were in progress... several times. Almost fell out of my chair a couple times too.

One of the more interesting things we encountered along our route through the test maze, was a play room for dogs. It was vacant when we went by it. As we were moving along to the final phase of the tests, where we would meet the doctor again, we passed the doctor's office and noticed a nice looking dog sitting next to him. When the doctor came in to finish the exam, I asked about his pooch. He said he had quite a few rescue dogs. I mentioned the pooch I saw looked like a Dingo (OK Aussies, please splain to the rest of the members just what a Dingo is). He agreed and said she exhibits quite a few Dingo Characteristics. From that point on he did a lot of talking to us about his many dogs and the diagnosis for my eye problem.

Diagnosis: "Vitreous Detachment." Holly cow, what am I going to do now. Well, it turns out not as bad as it sounds. It's main cause is Aging. Hmm. I don't think I have this risk factor; I'm only 79 years young. Let's see what some of the risk factors are:

1  50 years old or older.
2. Inflammation of the eye.
3. An eye injury.
4. Eye surgery.
5. Hemorrhage in ones eye,
6. Myopia - Very nearsighted.

According to the doctor, my problem should resolve itself within the next month, unless I get into a slug fest with someone foolish enough to challenge me to a fight. Guess I'll carry my trusty .500 S&W Magnum so I don't have to chance the slugfest.

It appears that my optic nerve is no longer inflamed or swollen. I am prone to optic migraines which can cause aura, which is not helpful to the situation. They can also cause problems like I have been experiencing. The doc did say Tylenol can help in this situation, especially the optic Migraine, AKA. aura.

I asked the doctor what could have precipitated my problem. He said any number of things, age being the #1 possibility. I mentioned that about two months back, my left eye began itching uncontrollably. I started rubbing it. The more I rubbed it the worse it got; the worse it got the more I rubbed it. It got so sore I wanted to pop the thing out of my head and stomp on it. The doc said the heavy duty rubbing is most likely the source of the problem. Now I have a possible cause and affect so I'll just have to be careful and take better care of my peepers. They need to last me a lifetime.

Take care MaryT. I have another true story along the same lines as the last one, both from my Navy days. Never down for the count; always up for the next round; do whatever it takes to finish on top.

May God Bless You MaryT.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 04, 2020, 11:14:32 PM
Did they at least suggest eye drops for eye allergies? I know I have some OTC medications my eye doc told me to take to stop me from rubbing my eyes.

Hi Lady Sarah,                04 February 2020

Thank You Lady Sarah; no, but I do have Naphcon A, recommended by Dena. I use it and it works very well. My problem that day was that the itching came out of the blue and was very intense. I started rubbing and the more I rubbed the worse it became. By then I wasn't thinking of eye meds, I just wanted to get that eyeball out of my head. Sanity reigned supreme and I took a shower, thinking I must have gotten a dose of pollen from somewhere.

All I can remember is sitting here at my computer authoring a post when the eye attack began. Don't ever remember having a spell like that. I do have seasonal allergies, some spring grasses and a few trees. Non seasonal is Poison Ivy, with it being the worst offender of the lot.

Take care Lady Sarah.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 06, 2020, 01:45:45 AM
Hi Folks,                        06 February 2020

Here's a true story about a transgender girl's faithful companion Foo Foo and her Reefer.

The year was 1968, 52 years ago. I was a couple months shy of 28; it was early summer; I had recently returned from working in Japan, March 1967 through April 1968. I kind of retired for a short while after four years in the Navy and another 13 months at sea as a consulting engineer.

The kitchen had recently been remodeled and had a nice glass top stove with two ovens above. One had a broiler in it. This particular day I decided to broil a T-Bone steak for lunch.

Popped one into the broiler and commenced to lie down on my favorite sofa, where I managed to drift off into La La land. Next thing I remember my dog Foo Foo was barking up a storm, waking me from the stupor I was in. I sat up on the edge of the sofa and tried to get Foo Foo to calm down.

As I sat there in some what of a fog bank, I wondered why it was so foggy in the house. I sat there looking into the kitchen. We had a nice Frigidaire frost free refrigerator Freezer with stainless steel doors. From where I was sitting I could only see the reefer; my view of the rest of the kitchen was blocked by a wall.

While sitting there facing the reefer I noticed some strange reflections in the stainless steel doors. It looked like orange lights flickering. Couldn't figure out what it was. As I was finally returning to a somewhat conscious state, it all of a sudden dawned on me that I had a steak in the broiler, the fog wasn't fog, it was smoke. Smoke usually accompanies a fire. Unattended broiler's can kind of get out of control.

I had a kitchen fire on my hands. Fortunately Foo Foo got my attention with her barking. My somewhat delayed response to the emergency was probably due to prowling the bars and honky tonks the previous evening,

As a consequence of my carelessness the stove was ruined, the cupboards above were charred, the smoke left its calling card throughout the house. Fortunately, I was able to extinguish the fire without having to call 911, if 911 even existed back then.

Had it not been for Foo Foo waking me from my stupor and the flickering of orange being reflected by the reefer's Stainless Steel door, I probably wouldn't be here writing about it.

Thank You Foo Foo for saving our lives. I hope I can repay you when we meet at the Rainbow Bridge, where we will be together, never again to be parted.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on February 06, 2020, 02:51:03 PM
Dogs are the best.  Benjamin Franklin may have been right about the fleas, but it's worth the risk.

I'm glad your eye problem isn't too serious.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 07, 2020, 05:24:26 PM
Dogs are the best.  Benjamin Franklin may have been right about the fleas, but it's worth the risk.

I'm glad your eye problem isn't too serious.

Hi MaryT,                07 February 2020

Thank you MaryT. You and me both; I just hope it resolves itself sooner than later.

I'll agree with you 100%. A Dog will always love you no matter what. Never been stabbed in the back by a Dog. It's happened numerous times by humans I thought I could trust.

On my first ship, the one I wrote about, the OIC (Officer In Charge) was pretty much known to be a backstabber. Most of our crew were civilians. During a lunch break, an engineer from Sperry was standing on an upper deck where a fairly large number of the civilians congregated during nice weather.

I don't know what the conversation was at that time; when the OIC stopped to talk with the Engineers, the Sperry Engineer said to the OIC, "You go around patting folks on the back with one hand, looking for a place to stick the knife you have in the other." This didn't set well with the OIC; he was a "Glad Hander." Now on to another story from my Sordid Past:

One Of My Saddest Days As a COP

I spent a good portion of my time working with CPS (Child Protective Services). CPS would call me anytime they needed a cop, Night, Day or anytime in between. On a particular afternoon I received a call to meet with the lady from CPS. Her task was to check on a 7 year old little girl who was a "Latch-Key" kid. When we arrived at the address, the "House" the little girl was living in with her mom was a barn shaped implement shed in the back yard of a mobile home.

I'm there in full uniform, gun and other trappings of authority. I am there for protection of the CPS officer and the little girl. The door opens and the little girl pokes her head out. The first thing she sees is me. It was obvious the sight of me frightened her.

A little background is due here. The girl's mother was a hard core Doper, about 30 years of age. I knew of this before we arrived; the CPS officer had briefed me.

The CPS lady spoke with the girl, showed the girl her ID and introduced me to the little girl. We went inside this house, which had little room. I guess it kept her dry during rainy days.

After about 15 minutes the CPS lady asked me to go and get the girl's mother, who happened to work for Wally World about 1.5 miles away. I met up with the mom and followed her back to her house. When we got there we went inside. Once the safety of everyone was assured I stepped outside to allow the two adults to have their conversation in private.

After about 20 minutes the mom returned to her job at Wally World. We stayed with the little girl for about another 15 or so minutes. During that time the little girl came over to me and put her arms around me and clung tightly. When it came time for us to leave, she didn't want to let go of me.... It was a heartbreaking moment for me, I had to leave her behind, knowing her chances of ever having a good life were almost ZERO.

I asked the CPS lady what my chances would be of adopting her. She said "Less than Zero."

My parents were as messed up as "Soup Sandwiches." I went to bed every night praying that The Good Lord would send someone to adopt me. Those prayers were answered with a NO; at least they were answered.

I know what it's like to be abused, was on the receiving end of my alcoholic father's irrational and violent wrath.

We are lucky here in Texas, we have a law that requires any person that has knowledge of or suspicion of the mistreatment or endangerment of a child, to report it to CPS or the local police. If one fails to report it, they have committed a crime.

I do not understand how anyone can abuse a child or not take steps to stop abuse they know is occurring. A parent's first and foremost responsibility is to their child, not their spouse nor themselves. I've seen too much child abuse, I know what it does to the children and know what it does when they are adults.

I took care of my parents in their latter years. In 2006 it became obvious my father was dying. One day while rummaging around in a closet I came across a box filled with all the old 8mm home movies my folks had made, I brought it all out and ran the films. My dad and I sat and watched all of them. When we were finished, I started putting the projector, screen and film away. My father walked up to me and said: "I realize now I should have paid more attention to you when you were young," The first thought that popped into my mind was: "Yeah, you're just 66 F****** years too late." I didn't say that to him, I knew he was dying and he knew it too. At least he finally acknowledged it.

A child is only a child for a very short time, don't waste it on yourself. I hope you understand what I mean by that statement. I'll clarify it so I won't get into trouble; Don't spend the time your child is growing up doing all the things YOU want to do, do the things your child wants to do with you. Your child is only a child once; don't waste it.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 07, 2020, 10:02:57 PM
Hi Folks,              07 February 2020

My days as a cop weren't all sad. I managed to help 11 kids get away from their abusive parents. That gave me the warm fuzzies each time.

I also worked traffic; had a lot of fun with Radar. Learned a lot of tricks when using it. I had a switch in my car that would allow me to run dark, no lights, not even the brake lights. I had a place on the south end of a bridge that I could use to conceal my big black Crown Victoria Police Interceptor.

The fun nights had a full or almost full moon. I'd be in my stealth position, Rader at the ready. Cars heading south wouldn't see me until they were passing by me at 60+ mph. I'd keep the Radar off until they were about 1/4 mile down the road. Occasionally some clown would miss seeing me and would start accelerating. I'd light him up and watch my reading and when they hit 75 (15 over) I'd take off after them in dark mode, not a light to be seen. I'd be traveling about 120 or so when I came up behind them. I'd then hit all the lights and siren; all of a sudden it was the fourth of July.

Needless to say, they weren't surprised, they were stunned. There were a few time I ran down that road at 140 mph.

My favorite was when some clown would try to run. Sitting in my favorite spot, I saw a single headlight heading north; ah, a motorcycle. Clocked him at 93. Made a quick U-turn and went into pursuit mode. I had a clear channel so there was no radio interference. The terrain was hilly so it was easy to loose momentary sight of the prey.

I arrived at an intersection and slowed down. The road ahead was flat without traffic. The road west was flat no traffic. Decided to watch the east bound road. It had hills and curves. All of a sudden a single tail light popped up and over one of the hills. Off I went, pedal to the metal.

My CV sure handled well. Before he knew what was happening, I had him. Surprise, surprise, as hard as he tried, he couldn't outrun Miss Victoria. Got out of my car, walked up to the bike and told the driver: "You just committed a felony." I asked for his license and insurance. His license was only valid for autos, no motorcycle endorsement, no insurance, expired inspection, registration, and a few other items.

Now it was time to explain the situation he was in. It went something like this:

"You have just committed a felony, attempting to elude a peace officer. This is a felony punishable by 2 years in prison. You will probably spend $10,000.00 on attorney fees, you will be found guilty and will be sent to Huntsville Penitentiary, where you will meet a friend of mine. His name is Big Bubba. He will welcome you to prison life and make you his Girl Friend.

You will be so sore after Bubba breaks you in, you won't be able to sit down for at least a month. When another new punk shows up Bubba will turn you over to general population. You'll be lucky if you can sit down in six months after they have had their way with you."

I let that sink in for a couple minutes and then told him: "I'm not going to do that to you. You're 18 and have your whole life ahead of you. A felony conviction will ruin your life; you'll be lucky to get minimum wage jobs for the rest of it. The next time a cop wants you to stop, STOP. What's the worst that can happen? Maybe a $200.00 ticket and no Big Bubba. If someone other than me would have stopped you, you'd have been on the ground, cuffed, arrested and hauled off to jail. I'm not going to do that, but I am going to sight you for every violation I can find. When you go to settle this ticket don't whine and moan." I found 7 violations so his total fine was probably going to be around $700.00. It was rather cheap considering what could have been.

I gave him his ticket; he then asked if he could hug me. I told him to save the hugs for Big Bubba.

He did come by and pay his fines. What happened next was another tragedy. The City Secretary was caught embezzling money, the money paid for traffic violations. Ten years probation and restitution.

Over the years I have often wondered what had become of the little 7 year old girl. She would be about 22 now. I hope she was able to stay away from drugs, get a good education and become successful. No way of knowing; the records are sealed and it has been 15 years.

Just another human I hope I may have helped in some small way.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on February 08, 2020, 12:18:08 PM
You've had an interesting life during which you've served your country and tried to help its most vulnerable inhabitants, sometimes defying the odds to do so.

I was lucky with my parents.  Although they didn't approve of me, and my mother could be scathing in her criticism, they did love and care for me.  They also both had interesting and sometimes dangerous lives spent in different parts of the world.  In a way, they usually did what they wanted but where possible, they went out of their way to see that their children enjoyed it too. 

When my mother lay dying, she said "I have nothing to come back for."  When I asked her what she meant, she explained that her life had been varied and fulfilling, and that she had seen more than most people could hope to experience.

When your interesting and helpful life finally ends, I think that you could also say "I have nothing to come back for."
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 08, 2020, 01:04:24 PM
Hi Folks,               08 February 2020

How about another view of my adventures in the US Navy. Reading this should give you a better understanding of my principals, morals, convictions and standards.

This has two parts that are connected due to their proximity time wise.

The Year, 1965, month: September; Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, the ship USNS Michelson T-AGS 23, an Oceanographic Research Vessel Operated by the US Naval Special Projects Office was at sea doing what she was charged with doing. She operated out of the US Naval Base at Yokosuka, Japan.

There is an article in Wikipedia about OSP that ends abruptly with no explanation as to why. This was a Black Op and is most likely still functioning.

During our October cruise my buddy Jim C, who worked in the office, came to me and asked if I knew what happens to my "Dream sheets" I submit. (Explanation: Dream Sheet, a request for reassignment to another duty station. The normal tour on the Michelson was one year.) I said I have no idea. Jim said the CO and XO just throw them in the trash. I told Jim don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. As I mentioned in a prior post, I had friends at BUPERS. For this situation I needed to go far over the heads of the ships officers. My friend was the son of the Admiral who ran BUPERS.

I talked to my buddy Bernie, who just happened to be on our ship that month, and asked him to forward my request to his Father for a transfer to one of the ships operating in the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea. He said: "No problem." At that moment I knew I would have my orders by November.

Our previous Officers devised a plan that would allow any crew member that had been onboard for 6 or more months to have a month off, called "basket leave." So when we went to sea in October I was confident I'd have my new orders by the time we entered port in November. I talked to the XO, mentioning to him that I had never had my month off. He asked me how long I had been aboard. I told him I had been aboard almost a year and a half. He said I could have the next month (November) off. I thanked him and mentioned my friend Roger P. who also had never had a month off. He said we could both have the month of November off.

Went down to the office and told my friend Jim S. to get Roger's and my orders ready for the upcoming basket leave. I also told him I'd probably have orders to one of the other ships when we arrived in port. He said No Problem. So now we're set for some decent R & R.

Don't remember the exact date we arrived in port, just know it was November 1965. Sure enough, my orders were there. Jim S. said the officers never look at the mail until at least the third day out. He said he would slip my orders into the middle of the mail pile. I thanked him and off Roger and I went for our well earned R & R. We went to an Army R & R base in Yokohama Japan. 24 x7 liberty, open chow hall 24 x 7 and private quarters. It was a month of almost shear joy. Eventually, as with all good things, an end must come.

We arrived back at the ship in the afternoon. I went down to the office to report in and to see Jim S. He told me what happened after they left port and had been out 3 days. He said he was going through the mail and when he came to my orders he announced "someone Got Orders." The XO asked who? Jim prtended to open the letter for the first time and announced; "Headley." The XO blurted out: "That SOB, we're not going to let him have them."

I told Jim I'd take care of it. I returned to the office about an hour or so later. The XO was there. I said: "Mr. P, I understand you're not going to let me have my orders." He responded "That's correct." I asked permission to speak to the CO. Mr. P said Ok but it won't do you any good. I thanked him and went to the CO's stateroom, knocked on his door. He said "Come in." I said to him: "I understand you're not going to let me have my orders." He said: "That's correct." I decided right then to show most all my cards. I responded: " You do know those orders came from someone a lot higher in the Navy than you'll ever be. If you don't let me have them, I will send him a telegram."

Fortunately, they knew who my friend was and who his Dad was. After a long pause Mr. C, looked at me and Said: "I'll make you a deal, you ride the two week sea trial and you can have your orders." I responded: "Do I have your word on it?" He responded " You have my word on it." This was his way of saving face. Fine by me, I WON!

I went back to the office and told Mr. P, the XO, that the CO said all I had to do was ride the two week sea trial and I could have my orders. The look on the XO's face was priceless; the color, what there was of it, drained out of his face, I could see he was pissed off and knew I had won the battle. They knew who my friend was and that if I had sent a telegram to the Admiral, they would have been in deep dodo. A LtCdr and/or a LT DO NOT contramand (old English) the orders of an Admiral.

The two week sea trial was uneventful. When we arrived back in port, my transfer orders were ready, I said my Good Byes and off I went to Tachikawa Air Force Base in Tachikawa, Japan. Spent several days there, private room, maid service and open chow hall. Finally my flight date arrived and off I went to the US. I had 47 days leave. It pays to have good friends in high places.

Not too long ago I dug out my military records. I took a look at my orders from the time I have just written about. My friend Jim S. had me off in limbo land for about a week. My orders gave my transfer date from the Michelson 5 days after the ship had gone to sea. Jim sure was good at his job. No one ever noticed, not even me until sometime last year. It was the best "Post dated" Check I ever received.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 09, 2020, 07:04:32 PM
Hi Folks,                09 February 2020

This post is related to the Police Academy I attended. There was a day during that training I felt enough rage I could have killed someone and not felt any remorse.

Before going off and hitting the "Report to Moderator" button, read what I have to say.

Police Academy October 2004

The training schedule called for one week of training on Family Violence and Child Abuse. The week was broken into several topics; the subject day was on "Child Abuse." If you have read any of my recent posts you will notice I did a lot of work with CPS. Preventing and stopping "Child Abuse" in all its forms, is close to my heart.

I recently wrote about a little 7 year old girl I went to visit with a CPS Officer. During the time I was writing that post I was crying the whole time, as I am starting to do now. I cannot read that post without crying, and I wrote it.

What I am going to share with you here is one of the worst cases I have ever witnessed. It happened to a child, a 6 MONTH old child. Let me begin the story.

This particular day was about child abuse; our instructor was a Lady from CPS. She explained some of the different forms of child abuse, all of which were disgusting at best. The particular case for the day was about a 6 month old Baby whose mother would take him to a day care center and drop him off each morning on her way to work. She would return in the late afternoon, pick him up and return home.

The day care center was in the home of the woman who ran it; she and her husband also  lived there. A short time after the lady started leaving her baby at this Day Care center, she began noticing the baby didn't seem right when she returned home; there was something wrong but she couldn't see anything indicating a problem.

The Baby's mother discussed the situation with the day care lady who told the mother she was there all day except for 45 minutes each day when she would leave to go to the POST Office. She also said her husband was there so there was never a time when the center was left unattended.

The mother asked if she could install a hidden nanny cam to video her child. The Day care lady objected saying there was no reason to do so because her husband was always there. The baby's mom persisted and the camera was installed.

The instructor then said she had a video she wanted to show us that some might find extremely disturbing. She then started the video.

The first thing we saw was a cute baby boy, 6 months old sitting up peacefully in a playpen. That went on for about a minute. All of a sudden we could see the door begin to slowly open.... then a person started to enter the room. All we could see of the person entering the room were a pair of shorts and legs.... hairy.... muscular legs. The door then slowly closed. Once the door was closed the legs started to advance towards the baby in the playpen.

Now the legs are at the playpen. The baby sees the person with the legs and reaches upwards. The baby extended his tiny little arms to the person standing there. All of a sudden.... the baby was grabbed by one arm and jerked out of the playpen. The person held the baby up by one of its arms and then started punching the Baby in the chest like it was a punching bag. Each time the baby swung back towards the abuser, he would punch the baby again. We could hear the loud thumps each time the baby was struck.

During the time the baby was being struck, it was crying loudly. After about five vicious blows to its chest, the abuser carried the baby by the one arm around to the side of the playpen out of camera range. Again.... the thumping of blows to that innocent little baby's chest resumed.... continuously, all the while hearing the thumps and the cries of the baby. I was filling with rage, I wanted to kill the B****** doing it... All I could do was sit there and watch an inhumane piece of trash torture an innocent child.

Finally the thumping stops.... then all of a sudden, the baby comes flying into the playpen head first, landing in the corner.... Now the baby is bawling and trying to right itself. Once it is sitting up we see the hairy legs return to the side of the playpen.

The adult male arms extend into the playpen; the large hairy hands grab the baby's head then they start to GOUGE the baby's eyes. That's where the instructor stopped the video and told us to take a break.

There wasn't a soul in that room that wasn't crying. I was the first to speak and said the following: "If that were my son, and I saw that video, that worthless piece of rubbish would never make it to a court because I would kill him and no Jury in this land that saw that video would convict me.

We took our break then returned to class. The instructor asked if we wanted to see the rest of the video. Not a single soul wanted to see any more.

The perp was arrested and sent to prison. I have forgotten the exact sentence he received; anything short of execution was too easy. I do know he is in a protected section of the penitentiary and does not mingle with the general population.

My answer to these types of people is quite simple, especially since the recidivism rate for these sickos is 100%. I would have a place where videos could be shown, where every Prisoner could come and watch. I would tie the child abuser to a chair and set him out front so every convict present could see him. I would tell the audience I will start the video and will not return until 15 minutes after the video ends. I also expect everyone to be in their assigned seats when I return.

One last thing, 85% of the convicts in prison are victims of child abuse. This is one reason child abusers are segregated from the general population; they hate child abusers and will kill them the first chance they get.

I have more shockers to write about. I just hope they do some good. Most folks have little clue about some of the tragic things that happen to the most vulnerable in our society.

God Bless You All.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 10, 2020, 01:13:31 AM
Hi Again,                 10 February 2020

                                    On the other side

It was 2005, late fall, less than a month before Christmas. I was running Radar on US Hwy 377 North of Fort Worth, Texas. I was in my usual stealth spot waiting for some goof ball to come along at high speed. I didn't have to wait long. A car heading north was driving left of center, traveling 80+ mph. As he passed me I flipped on the lights and went after him. He stopped as soon as he could after seeing the lights.

I ran the plate and got back a code for expired license registration. I walked up to the car and asked for his driver license, Insurance and registration; there was a possibility he may have registered the plate earlier in the day and it had yet to be entered into the system.

I went back to my car and radioed in his Driver License, which was expired. I got back a code for arrest warrants, three to be exact. I now had speeding, driving left of center, expired registration, expired Driver License, No Insurance, and three arrest warrants. Now my hands were tied.

A cop has a lot of discretionary power; in this case my discretion was limited. The driver was 18 years old and I had no choice but to arrest him and take him to jail. I also had to have his car towed and impounded. Doing all this took a bit of time I really didn't want to spend. First off I didn't like having to arrest anyone; I liked chasing speeders.

Got the tow truck there and had his vehicle towed and impounded. I cuffed the young man, put him in my car and drove him the 10 or so miles to the county lock-up. On the way I talked to him to try and get a feel for why he had outstanding warrants. As I continued talking and asking him questions, it became evident he was quite immature for an 18 year old. I figured his age of maturation as about 14 and I was taking him to an adult jail.

We made it to the lockup in Denton Texas. Took him inside and did all the preliminary stuff like a more thorough search to satisfy the jail guards. Took him to booking and did all the rest of the necessary stuff.

I knew most of the jailers fairly well and asked them to keep an eye on him to make sure no one tried anything funny; after all, he was just a young kid. I had been one myself a few years back and didn't like the idea of leaving him there. There was nothing I could do; as I said, my hands were tied.

After I got him taken care of, I went back and ran traffic for another hour. As I headed home I thought about that kid I put in jail, a 14 year old in an adult jail with the dregs of society. I got home, talked with my dad for awhile then went to bed.

That was one of the worst nights I had had in a long while. I could not get to sleep. I kept worrying and thinking of that CHILD I had placed in jail. I couldn't sleep, all I could do was think of that kid, locked in a jail cell and frightened.

When daylight came I ate a quick breakfast and headed to the lockup. Being a cop I had numerous privileges a civilian doesn't. I asked for a conference room and asked them to bring him to me, I wanted to see if a night spent in jail had a positive or negative affect on him.

When he got to the conference room I asked him a few questions; How did they treat you last night? "Terrible." Did the guards mistreat you? "No they were fine." Who mistreated you? "The prisoners." Would you like to stay here until your fines are paid off? "No. I want to go home." Truthfully, so did I; I did not like the place. I asked the guard to come in and watch the prisoner while I looked into what all the warrants were about.

I found he had three outstanding traffic tickets and warrants for failure to appear for court dates. He owed a bit over $850.00. I went back and talked to the young man for a bit more. I wanted to see if he understood the ramifications of how he had mishandled his situation early on. I felt he was finally getting the picture.

I called the guard in again and asked him to take care of the kid and that I'd be right back. I went to the closest branch bank where I had my account and withdrew $850.00+ dollars and paid the kids fines and got him a release. Got him out of there and drove him home, we had a long talk on the way to his brother's apartment, which is where he lived.

We were only a few weeks away from Christmas. Had I left him in jail so he could work off the fines, he would have spent Christmas and New Year's there. The last thing I told him was this was an early Christmas present. All I want you to do is stay out of trouble, get an education and make something of yourself. Merry Christmas!!

Off I went heading home. I felt it was worth it. It was just a partial repayment for all the help I had received along the way to where I was. If it did some good, it was well worth it. I did use my discretion and didn't sight him for the violations I stopped him for. Enough was enough. I have often wondered how things worked out for him. I hope well. I won't know until I get to The Highway in the Sky.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 10, 2020, 05:21:50 AM
Hi Folks,               10 February 2020

I think we all have a moral code. I'm sure mine will differ from most; I have traveled a much more varied path than most.... for better or worse.

We also have a legal code called laws. Most of the time my moral code and our legal code are in sync.

What should one do when their moral code says one thing and the law says something else or nothing at all? Which should we follow? Does our moral code trump the law or vice versa?

When I was a cop I had to enforce laws I didn't agree with or I thought were stupid; some only existed to enhance revenue. But, I had to enforce them even though I didn't agree with them.

There's an old saying: "Let your conscience be your guide." Does that still ring true?

What about our religious beliefs if they are in conflict with the law; which do we follow?

I'd like a few opinions on this.

More stuff coming from my Military and Law Enforcement days. Some funny, some heart warming and some heart breaking. Everything I write is true; it really happened. I don't write much about my opinion; opinions are like bums, everyone has one.

I think from my writings one should be able to discern my opinion on a lot of things. I don't post much on other folks threads unless I have something worthwhile or constructive to say.

Thanks in advance for answering my questions.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 13, 2020, 10:58:38 AM
Hi Folks,               13 February 2020

In my article about the baby, I forgot to mention one important item. I asked the instructor if the mother ever noticed any marks on the baby. She said no, there weren't any. I cannot imagine how that was possible after seeing what that baby went through. Guess we'll never know.

I don't remember when the actual abuse started. Our class was in 2004, 16 years ago. I would assume that the video was several years old when we saw it. My guess is the child is now an adult; I just hope there wasn't any lasting damage mentally or physically.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 13, 2020, 08:04:24 PM
Hi Folks,                13 February 2020

Some on the Katie & Linde Show don't like the fact that I post about some of the horrible things people do. I also post about and some of the good things they do as well. The real world is full of right good people, but, it has more than its share of rotten ones.

I have seen a lot of good and more bad than I could have imagined prior to becoming a cop; I got to see mostly the bad side humanity has to offer. One of the problems most folks don't realize is the prevalence of "Child Abuse" in this world and how it affects the child early on and when it becomes an adult.

Here is a link to some of the gruesome statistics of Child Abuse:

This is only the tip of the iceberg and is one of the reasons I write about it. I know first hand what it's like to be physically and mentally abused.... by my parents and some of my teachers when I was in Catholic school (grades 1-8) and one year of Catholic High School.

I hope no one thinks I enjoy writing about this subject, because I don't. My article today is a story that touched me personally and deeply; ultimately left me with a guilt feeling that I have yet to overcome, and hope I never will.

If you are troubled by reading the harsh realities of life, please STOP here and leave this thread. This article is not intended to offend; it's purpose is to inform and help prevent abuse in all areas of life.

The date this event occurred was about 1988, give or take a year, at an Air Show at Carswell Air Force Base in Fort Worth Texas. A buddy of mine and I usually went to this annual event. We both served in the military, he in the Air Force and I in the Navy.

On this particular day it was nice, warm and sunny with a sky filled with blue.... and lots of jets roaring overhead. We had been wandering around looking at the static aircraft displays. It was warm enough for refreshments and a jane break. We got to the refreshment stand, used the jane and john, got our refreshments and started back from whence we came.

Heading towards us were a woman and a small boy about 4 or 5. The child was walking ahead of the woman and doing what boys and men of all ages do; kicking a stone down the beaten path. The woman started screaming at the little boy, getting right into his face, belittling him and threatening him. She kept it up until he was cowering and crying in abject fear. She kept threatening to beat him when they got home.

I decided to intervene and stop the verbal abuse by this woman. When I got to where she and the child were, I got a good look at this woman's face; it was the epitome of evil and hate. I had never seen anything so ugly in all my life and I have yet to see anything worse since that date. The ugly evilness was the embodiment of Satan. Her face was permanently etched into my memory.

I lit into her verbally and got her to stop tormenting the child. As she and the child walked away, people from the crowd that had gathered came up and thanked me for intervening. That was OK but I still felt empty. What I didn't realize at that time was that I should have looked for a police officer and had him question and ID the evil woman. This was before I was a cop and before the State passed a law requiring anyone with knowledge of child abuse to report it to the Authorities.

About a year or so after that incident I picked up the local news paper and what did I see on page one? That ugly nasty evil spawn of satan. One of her children had been found chained in a closet for most of his life. When the authorities came to investigate, the child was dead from neglect, starvation and every evil thing you can think of.

When I saw her face and read the news article I felt sick and responsible for this tragedy; had I notified a cop while there at the air show, there would have been a good chance the children would have been rescued and the child that died wouldn't have. The surviving children were placed in foster care. The evil parents got life sentences. I would have given them the Death Penalty and I would have volunteered to throw the switch.

This Is one of the incidents in my life that is a part of my private Hell. I cannot undo it nor erase it; it happened and I failed those children. I promised myself I'd never let that happen again.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 14, 2020, 03:41:49 AM
Hi Lady Sarah,                14 February 2020

First off I want to wish you a Happy Valentines Day.

I'm glad that you were able to escape such harsh and outrageous treatment. I have often wondered what motivates adults to treat their children with such abject cruelty. I think in my father's case it was sheer cowardice. He was gutless except when he was beating me. Years later when I was 65 and a cop, I had a discussion with him about the way he raised me. I didn't mention the beatings I just said to him: "If you were raising me today the way you raised me back when I was a child, you would be in prison." His response was; "You deserved it." That was comforting to know. I asked him why I deserved it. He said: "You didn't listen." Gee, at 2 years old I didn't listen. I learned something that day: It was a wasted exercise.

He passed away the next year and my mother the year after. I felt no remorse, just relief. I have had really great friends in my life, one as far back as 77 years. Most of my close friends have now passed on.

I do have one Friend that is the Love of My Life and the most important person to ever be in it. Most of you know Her as Dena.

Child abuse is a learned trait. It is passed down from one generation to the next; one of the reasons I am glad I never had children. By the time I figured out what was wrong with me, I was 47 years old. There's no guarantee a person that was abused as a child will become a child abuser when they mature, but, there is a significant possibility they will.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 15, 2020, 01:15:29 PM
Hi Folks,              15 February 2020

How about a couple Doggie stories for a change. If you don't like Doggie stories, think of this as Kitty stories. I'm sure many of the folks here would love to have a kitty of their own.

Many Years Ago:

Around 1981, my wife was feeding the dogs in the kitchen. We had three poodles, two small and one medium. My wife set two of their dishes on the throw rugs that were on the tile floor; she set the other on the tile.

When Irving, the medium Poodle tried to eat, the bowl would slide across the tile floor. Irving, being the smart pooch that he was, picked up his bowl and carried it over to the dining room, which was carpeted, set it down and finished his supper.

That took problem solving ability.

These Days:

Friday, my little Jack Russell buddy is quite smart as well. I have a small trash receptacle in my office that has a lid that opens when one presses the pedal. Friday loves to chew up paper and has learned how to open that contraption. Unfortunately, the lid is a bit lower than Friday stands so it's reasonably sized for him to get into.

I am now running an experiment on his ability to figure out how to get into it now that I have made a small change. What have I done? I turned the receptacle 180° so the hinge is the only side he can access unless he figures out how to turn the can around or pulls it out to where he can get on the opposite side where the pedal is.

What do I think? You don't want to know what I think; I know he's smart.

Update 30 April 2020: He figured out he could turn it.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 16, 2020, 08:30:58 PM
Hi Folks,                  16 February 2020

Here Is a post from my ship's website. I extracted the post and photos and am posting it here for your enjoyment and education. The education part first:

1. Blasphemy will get you somewhere you may not want to go.
2. Drinking Alcohol and driving afterwards "ain't" a great idea.

This story is about a trip to Fatima Portugal my buddy Hank and I took during our July 1966 port call in Lisbon Portugal:

Hank and Chet's Travel Adventures in Portugal, July 1966

During the USNS Bowditch's July 1966 port call in Lisbon Portugal, Hank Mullaney (GI) and I (Navy) decided to visit the shrine at Fatima. During most of our imports Hank and I would share a rental car except when we were in Belfast. Hank, having been born in Dublin, had family there so he usually rented a car and drove down and stayed with relatives. I would rent one and drive to the Embassy Club where I would stay with the, uh, local virgins.

The day of our trip to Fatima was bright and sunny, perfect sports car weather, especially for a car that had a top that could be lowered. We found the perfect car rental agency that specialized in high performance sport touring vehicles. The Triumph Herald immediately caught our eye. Its low-slung chassis and ultra wide stance made it the perfect road car for our trip, or so we thought.

We signed the papers and off we went. The trip to Fatima was quite enjoyable though uneventful. The scenery was rugged but beautiful. Traffic was light so we didn't have to contend with other drivers that thought they were Grand Prix racers; we already had two of our own.

On the way to Fatima Hank Mullaney decides to check the highway's suitability for a High Speed Test Run in our rented "Sports car."   
After we arrived at the shrine we walked around taking in the sights. It is a beautiful and very sacred place. In my infinite wisdom I decided to make a few sacrilegious jokes and or comments. Chalk it up to stupidity and more stupidity. Pay back wouldn't be long in coming.
The Fatima Basilica at Fatima Portugal, the goal of our trip.

Fatima Basilica 06/05/2001 copied from Wikipedia:
 (Used by permission under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License.)
The shrine is quite large so it took a good bit of time to walk around and see the sights. Needless to say we got a bit hungry in the process, and a bit thirsty too, if you know what I mean. The next order of business was to find a nice restaurant where we could have a good meal and a bit of refreshment to "re-hydrate" ourselves.

We found a place close by where we could sit outside while enjoying our meal and refreshments. Well, after a couple bottles of wine each, we were ready to tackle the High Speed Test Run of our rented Triumph Herald "Sports Car." Don't ask what we had to eat cause I'm not sure we ate. Drinking wine is basically the same as eating grapes, right? Let's just say we had a "Liquefied Fruit Salad."

Feeling quite confident in our sobriety (read that as "Feeling No Pain"we hopped into our rented Sports Car and headed for Lisbon. I was flying co-pilot so I didn't have access to any of the controls except the emergency brake, which I don't think worked. Hank was flying the thing and I was navigating, so to speak. As I said, we weren't feeling any pain. When we got to a section of the road that looked like a good place for the High Speed Test Run, Henry put the hammer down and let her rip. I was watching the speed-o-meter climb past 100 clicks. Seemed like we should have been airborne momentarily.

As this highly stable racing platform hurtled down the highway at a blistering pace we noticed that just ahead the road no longer went in the same direction we were pointing. There was a major "jag" (as we say in Texas) in the road. It went to the right and when I say right I mean immediately, hairpin style. Henry began applying the brakes to slow our guided missile. The only problem we encountered was that the brake pedal hit the floor with a resounding thud. Henry's only comment was: "I think we have a systems failure."

He began pumping that pedal like he was afraid we might hit a wall or some other stationary object. Well guess what, there was a stone-wall looming straight ahead. As we arrived at the curve Hank turned the wheel to the right but our rented Sports Car ignored the turn command and kept going for the wall. It was about this time I came to the conclusion that we were going to wake up dead. Payback Time!

Just as the car went off the road the frantic pumping of the brakes finally forced a few drops of fluid into the brake cylinders. She started to slow a little then she seemed to remember something about a command to turn right and made an attempt to get back to the highway. We slid sideways through the grass and dirt finally sliding sideways onto the roadway. The only problem now was that our inertia was 90 degrees off center. You guessed it, as soon as the wheels hit the pavement our rented Sport Car, with the low center of gravity and ultra wide track racing suspension, showed us what a stable platform it was. It flipped like a tossed coin. Over we went and of course our momentum carried us down the road a bit in the inverted mode. I enjoy Blue Side Down while flying but not when driving.
Successful End of High Speed Test Run in a rented Sports Car; we dodged the wall, that's success!   
Without a top and no seat belts it was going to be a miracle for us to remain in the car. But miracle of miracles, we weren't tossed out. As the car rolled over the windscreen shattered into a zillion pieces. The only thing that saved us from being trapped inside was the windshield frame and the small vent window frame on the passenger door. They held the passenger side up enough to provided us with an escape route.

As our rented Sports Car came to a halt, I realized I wasn't dead yet; I looked out the opening between the door and road surface to a dreadful sight. My Nikon Camera was rolling down the road, bouncing as it went. As soon as our inverted slide stopped, I crawled out and started to run after my camera. Before I could get two steps away I heard Hank yelling "Get me out of here." I went back and pulled Henry from the newly modified rented "Sports Car." As soon as he was safely out we both retrieved our cameras and commenced taking pictures of the outcome of our just completed "High Speed Test Run" in a rented Sports Car.
What's an Armadillo from Texas doing in Portugal?   
We were pretty much in the boonies, though it didn't take long for a crowd to gather. I think most of those folks came out of the woods though they may have been hiding behind that wall just waiting for some fools to come flying down the highway in a rented Sports Car.
The wreckers have arrived.

Thank goodness the wipers are OK.   
Fortunately a couple gentleman that spoke perfect English came along and offered to help us. They advised us not to call the police, as that would just "complicate" matters, like maybe JAIL. They helped us push the car into town where we shoved it into a parking space; they then found a taxi willing to haul us back to Lisbon so off we went.
The Pit Crew from Heaven. Thanks for the help gentleman.  
It was already dark thirty when we arrived back at the ship. Good old Doc Peacock treated our wounds and made sure we were fit for late night sports. Once he cleared us as being medically fit, we did what any normal American male would do; we headed back to town so we could enjoy some additional refreshments with our shipmates.

The Bowditch was set to sail the next afternoon; before leaving we called the rental agency and told them their rental Sports Car was in Fatima with a few  "minor mechanical problems." They weren't too happy when they arrived in Fatima and saw the extent of the minor mechanical problems. They called the American Embassy and raised hell about how we treated their fine rental Sports Car. We were gone and the Dutton was still in port. Any guess as to which ship got the nasty call from the Embassy? Our apologies to Dutton and Ocunit Two, 41 years late.

The moral of this story is: Careful what you say and think. The folks upstairs know everything.

Well folks, we survived that accident but unfortunately my friend Hank passed away in 2007. We had a lot of fun in the various ports we visited. Hank and I also worked together in Japan and the Pacific Ocean aboard the USNS Michelson T-AGS 23. 

Dena helped me (She did all of the Intellectual work) put this post together. I had never done one with photos before. She is a Brilliant Engineer and the Love of My Life. So, if you like and enjoy this post, thank Dena; without Her expertise it wouldn't be here.

If you are wondering what this post has to do with my transition, well, Everything. Had I not survived it my transition would have been over before it ever started.

Best Always, Love


You probably noticed multiple references to "Highly Stable" "Sports Car" and other bits of satire/sarcasm. The Triumph was the most unstable and dangerous automobile I have ever been in. Its center of gravity was above the roof, it was so narrow it would roll over just by leaning on it. It was a car that should never have been built. Where was Ralph Nader when we needed him? Thank the Good Lord for forgiving my blasphemous ways.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 17, 2020, 11:58:07 AM
Hi Folks,            17 February 2020

Glad you mentioned the windscreen frame being a safety feature. All these passing years I have wondered why that windscreen frame held the car up enough to allow us to escape. We were lucky it didn't trap us and burst into flames. That liquid you see on the roadway is fuel and oil. We were very lucky we weren't badly injured,

We came away with a few bumps, bruises, scrapes and bits of glass stuck in a few places; nothing that would prevent us from partaking in the late evening festivities at the local watering holes.

Some of the crazy things we did during our port calls was absolute stupidity fueled by alcohol. I'm amazed we managed to defy the odds and survived.

As I was editing this post Wednesday 13 May 2020, I thought of some of our crazy exploits at sea. Think this is the subject for a new post on this thread.

Take Care and stay away from Triumph Heralds.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 17, 2020, 01:30:41 PM
Hi Folks,                17 February 2020

I thought I had seen it all until a few min ago on my way back to the house: a truck with this sign on it: "Dog Poop Pick Up Service  800 Pup Poop"

The truck was traveling fairly fast so I had to push the speed limit a good bit to make sure I read the sign correctly. I Did

I called and it's legit; been in business 32 years. Had a great conversation with the owner, lots of laughs. It made my day.

If you have a fenced in yard and have dogs, they will clean your yard of dog poop on a regular schedule.

I'm still laughing at this whole thing.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 23, 2020, 11:03:14 AM
Hi Folks,               23 February 2020

One thing I forgot to mention about the Triumph Herald: It was UGLY, but not as UGLY as the French Citroen.

Next up, Tomorrow's new PINK Hair do. Think I'll ask them to add silver and purple highlights. I want this "Do" to be extra special.

Then a story about a Spanish Seat Hertz rental and a trip from Santander, Spain to France and the adventures we had with it in Santander Spain. Still have a sort of souvenir from/for that car. Since that was 54 years ago, I doubt there is a visible trace of that car remaining.... except here. Not referring to photos.

Until Later.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on March 02, 2020, 01:29:29 AM
Hi Folks,                02 March 2020

One sixth of the year is gone already and I haven't done squat. Guess I had better get into gear.

                  Santander Spain - 1966

During the summer of 1966, our ship, the USNS Bowditch, ported in Santander Spain. We had 7 days to explore the town and surrounding areas. It was my turn to rent the car so off we went to the local Hertz agency. We found it close to where our ship docked so it was an easy walk.

For some strange reason we came to the conclusion Triumph Heralds were no longer in our future; we rented a SEAT. It was made in Spain and was similar to a Fiat, or so I was told. It was white and I think the interior was blue.

We decided we would head to San Sebastian Spain, which has a border crossing into France where General D, lover of the American Military, was in charge. We figured we could kill two birds with one trip.

The trip started out nicely, the weather was perfect and the roads were nice.... for awhile. Then it started to rain, road construction for kilometers on end; it seemed like it would never end.

We were driving through hilly territory, with switchbacks as the road progressed up and down the hills infested with muddy terrain. This was fun driving, the wipers just smeared the windscreen to the point we had to stick our heads out the side windows to see what was in front.

We finally broke out of the nasty weather; all of a sudden it was bright sunshine and clear blue skies with nary a cloud in sight.

Now we are in the central business district looking for a place to have lunch and a bit of refreshment. As we were putting along through traffic, we came to an intersection where we had to stop for a road cleansing process.

Donkeys were a significant means of propulsion for the many small carts that passed through the town on a daily basis. Unlike gasoline powered vehicles, which emit spent gasses into the atmosphere, Donkey exhaust plopped onto the roadway, which can get a bit messy. To alleviate this pollution there were folks stationed at critical intervals with hoses attached to Fire Hydrants.

You guessed it, they hose the Donkey doo off the street and into the storm sewers. Please don't ask me where that stuff ended up because I wasn't interested then and I'm sure not interested now. As we sat there waiting for the road to be cleansed, I had a revelation of sorts; our car looked like it had just visited a hog farm. It was covered with mud front to back, top to bottom.

As the guy with the high pressure hose was finishing up, I honked the horn and jestured for him to hose off our car. Surprisingly, he obliged and did a right nice job. Now remember, the sun was out, blue sky, no clouds and not hint of rain. When he was done, we thanked him and drove to the next intersection and turned right. About halfway up the street we saw a place to park... right in front of a "Sidewalk Cafe."

The car was dripping wet, the wipers were going full blast and we parked where there were quite a few folks sitting outside enjoying their lunches. A waiter was standing under an awning watching us with a shocked look on his face. He walked out from under the canopy, looked at the car, then looked up into the sky, back at the car and then up in the sky. As we got out of the car we acted as if we hadn't noticed him. We had a good laugh once we got down the street.

Did a little shopping, picked up a few souvenirs, a couple of huge Bull Fight posters, which I still have and a few other trinkets. We did find a place to have lunch and then proceeded on to the next part of our journey; a trip to France. I was excited, I had never been there, and knew this would probably be my last opportunity as we were going to head back to Belfast for our next port call.

Off we went to the border crossing. It was just a few blocks away. We drove in and up to the guard. He wanted Pass ports, I whipped out my Military ID. Ooh, I thought we had entered Russia. Long story short, Gen. Charlie D. was still upset about something, namely America having invaded his country Tuesday 06 June 1944. Well, Our visit lasted about 3 minutes, made a U-turn and headed back to Spain. At least we could say we had been in France.

We made our way back to Santander and headed back to the ship. The next day we drove around town stopping periodically to indulge in the sampling of the local Brandies and wines. Needless to say our judgment was suspect. We managed to find ourselves in a very hilly section of town. Essentially, we kind of got lost.

We did find a few shortcuts that allowed us to get down from the hilly section without having to negotiate the switchbacks. Yes, we drove down the pedestrian walkways including the stairs. I don't know how we managed to not roll the car end over end while going down the steep stairway with the car bouncing all over the place. It was more like hopping down. We managed to survive that escapade, met up with some of the crew and finished the night destroying any semblance of sobriety we may have possessed.

We were docked close to a government facility, forget which one. We parked the car and went back to sleep off the days adventures. The next morning we went to get the car and noticed something was amiss. One of the hubcaps was missing. Since I was the one responsible for the car, I had to figure out how I was going to replace the hub cap before taking it back to Hertz the next morning.

Being an engineer made it quite easy to design a fix for the problem. I reverted back to my teenage years and liberated the hubcap in the picture accompanying this story. Yes, I stole the thing, I went to the parking lot of the government building and looked for a Spanish SEAT; beggars can't be choosers, so I decided on the first SEAT I found. I wanted to get it off ASAP and get the hell out of Dodge.

              Liberated SEAT Hubcap, 1966 Santander Spain.

Made it back to the ship in a flash; I was now on sovereign US Territory. Hid my treasure from prying eyes and crashed for the night. The next morning, I took my Booty out to the rental SEAT; to my total dismay, the hubcap didn't match. Oh, it was the right make and model but it had one glaring problem: It was probably five years older and was dull and old looking. I did put it on the car but decided it looked too much like a Stolen hub cap.

So now what do I do; again I reverted to my youthful errant ways. When we went out to steal hubcaps, we never took more than one cap from any car. We would only take the right rear cap as that was the one the driver was least likely to notice missing.

I had to make a small adjustment to this bit of subterfuge; when I was returning the car I would have to pull up in front of the Hertz Agency with the passenger side of the car facing the large glass windows of their office, So I took the left rear hubcap and put it on the right rear.

So far, it has worked, until today, my secret has been safe for 54 years. Now you know "I Led Three Lies" (has a familiar ring to it; TV?). What a relief it is to "Come Out" now; Gee, that was easy, why do we have so much trouble coming out as Trans?

The net net of this hubcap caper is that two cars lost their hubcaps and I only have one. I will assume that neither of those two cars still exist and the owner probably didn't realize the hubcap was missing for several days, so they wouldn't remember where the car was when its hubcap departed for the USA.

I wish I could give it back, but, that's impossible, I'm attached to that thing. It's an important part of my lifelong passion for misadventure and the Rush of Adrenalin, which accompanied all the "Borrowing."

One last little item: The hubcap in the photo is the stolen one. I did polish it up so it would look nice when I took a picture of it for my ship's Web Site. It hangs on a wall to remind me of a time in my life that made a great difference in how I would eventually turn out, as opposed to what might have happened had I not joined the US NAVY. I am very thankful for having been in it. It did more for me than I did for it; just the way it should work. I gave them 8 years of my life, they gave me a lifetime.

That was a long time ago; I don't do things like that these days... I now do worser things. I've only been in jail once and have put a lot of folks in one. Child abusers and Drunk Drivers were my specialties; I enjoyed arresting them and hauling them to jail.

Best Always, Love


Don't tell Dena about this post; I think she still thinks I'm a decent woman who tells tall tales.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on March 04, 2020, 10:28:23 PM
You've certainly had an interesting life.  I think that most of us have done things that we are not proud of, to help life run more smoothly than it otherwise might.  I tell myself that if I inconvenienced someone else just a little, but the alternative would have caused me a great deal of trouble, St Peter will let me in with no more than a disappointed wag of his finger and a "tut tut".  If I'm wrong, at least I'll see a lot of familiar faces down below.

... Long story short, Gen. Charlie D. was still upset about something, namely America having invaded his country Tuesday 06 June 1944. ...

I've never really understood his problem with the British and Americans.  Yes, the allies did blast the heck out of the French coast, and I suppose that he had to be unhappy about it, but he was one of the leaders of the invasion.  I gather that he also blamed his English speaking allies for almost dancing with joy when the French fleet was scuttled instead of being sent to a Free French port, as he regarded it as Vichy treachery.  As though the Nazis would have let it get that far.  Some people never forgive you for helping them when they are in need.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on March 06, 2020, 12:51:15 PM
Hi MaryT,               06 March 2020

You don't have to worry Mary, Saint Peter will welcome you with open arms, a great big smile and a welcoming HUG. One thing I am quite sure of, when we get to the Pearly Gates, there will be more animals there than humans. Animals have never started a WAR; only humans have a penchant for doing so.

Yes, there are many thing I have done along the road of life; some I regret and others I am proud of. The regrets I have to live with, I don't dwell on them but they do resurface periodically; I hope they make me a better person.

One thing I wish is that we could go back and undo those regrettable incidents. Since we can't, we need to be very careful of what we do, especially when it might negatively impact someone other than ourselves.

Sometimes I am torn knowing something is terribly wrong and my only recourse is to report or turn a blind eye. That in itself is part of the living hell I have to dwell in. Ultimately I do what I believe to be best for the innocent and or those least able to defend themselves.

Having been a Cop allowed me to see the real world; a world where there is violence, hatred, bigotry, intolerance, ignorance and stupidity (the latter two are not the same; the former is fixable, the latter of the two is not). It also allowed me to see the good side, where folks care for others, are not judgmental, are generous and just down right kind. So I have seen both sides and the middle, where most of us reside.

It has taken a long time, mucho potholes, a few cliffs and a disaster or two, to get to this point in life. I have been fortunate to have some special people be a part of my life and to have helped me along the way. Two very special people who have had a very positive impact on my life are: Mr. Howard D. Saurer, my High School Counselor and Dean of Boys and my Guardian Angel, Dena, the Love of My Life. I think most of you know Dena from Susan's Place, She's not only my Guardian Angel, she is also yours as well... and always has been.

Enough of my stuff, have a few things to get done if I'm ever going to get Home to Phoenix.

Thanks MaryT for your post and comments, we always enjoy hearing from you. Hope all is well with you and your family.

May God Bless You and Yours Every Day.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on March 06, 2020, 05:37:50 PM
Hi Monica,             06 March 2020

Thank you dear; I like your philosophy. If you follow what you believe, in your heart, to be the correct path, I don't think you have anything to worry about.

I know we don't have to worry about you, you're just too nice to be a threat to anyone.

I'm a believer in Live and let Live. I don't want to mess with anyone, and I don't want anyone messing with someone I Love.... or me.

Wishing you a very happy and fulfilling life Ms. Monica.

By the way, Saint Peter will welcome you with open arms. I can't say the same for many of the Bible Thumpers and TV evangelists that exist in our society; they're all about the MONEY.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on March 10, 2020, 12:38:05 PM
Thank you Christine, I was just looking for a loophole to stay here a little longer. Life as a girl is funner! I wish you great happiness as well, yup, yup yup! :)
Did I mention you are awesome?

Hola Monica,              10 March 2020

"Did I mention you are awesome?"

Yes, you just did. Thank You.

How can you say such a nice thing about me? You need to run flattering comments about me by Jessica, the head mod over there before posting them. Honest, I don't deserve them. Just ask her, she can tell you, she's a bigot, just ask Katie.

I'm the leper there.

Thanks again Monica.

Best Always, Love

Christine of Leper Colony Tango Romeo
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on March 11, 2020, 04:02:19 AM
Hi Folks,               11 March 2020

Medical Update:

Monday 09 March 2020, Dr. McHenry said my left eye is doing fine as long as I keep my grubby paws from rubbing my eyes. I now use a clean screwdriver.

Tuesday 10 March 2020, Went to my Urologist for my annual prostate checkup, which was a year late. I went there dressed in my normal bright pink, long hair tinted pink and my favorite hat, my pink Navy ball cap.

When they came for me in the waiting room, I got up and walked back with the male nurse. He used the pronoun sir and I quietly said "It's Ma am." He apologized; I told him it was OK. He checked my bladder for residual urine after I had emptied it getting them a Pee sample. I had about 5 qts remaining; just joking, can't handle that much. Did have some but not enough to be of concern.

I told him I was Transgender and asked him to not say anything to my doctor. He said he wouldn't. I sat down and waited for the doc to come in. Soon he arrived and we greeted each other. He said it had been two years since I had been there, which was correct.

We plopped into the chairs and commenced with our usual catching up. He asked me what is with all the pink and pink hair. I looked at him as deadpan as I could and told him: "I'm extremely bashful and wear hearing aids. I grew my hair long and had it tinted pink so folks would key on my hair and the pink and wouldn't notice my hearing aids."

He looked at me then got a big smile and said: "What's going on?" I then told him my story of how I came about transitioning. He congratulated me and then we sat and talked about prostate problems, especially Prostate Cancer. He agreed with my findings that Testosterone is the main culprit, and without it, your chances of contracting it are next to nil. He said my PSA was zero and then proceeded to do the DRE (Digital Rectal Exam). When he was done with that, he said my prostate is now the size of a 13 year olds and my chances of Prostate Caner are next to zero. Good news for sure.

One other item I discovered during my research is that having an Orchie increases our life expectancy anywhere from 3 to 13 years. If it's only one day, I'll take it.

Time to crash; don't know why I spent so much time writing stuff for that TransRefuge site just to have it deleted, especially when there was nothing wrong with it in the first place.

The TR Moderators only allow what Jessica wants to allow; they follow Jessica who only knows one side of any conversation and won't allow anything that deviates from her beliefs. Rules don't matter, her ideology and opinions are all that count. I feel sorry for her; she is unenlightened about the diversity of and in the world. Just tell her what she wants to hear, don't bother her with differing opinions, or heaven forbid, facts and you'll get along fine with her.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures - Do the Little Things Really Matter?
Post by: Christine on April 02, 2020, 11:33:05 PM
Hi Folks,                  02 April 2020

Do the Little Things Really Matter? Over the years, I have pondered that question. Originally, I thought only big things mattered until one day several years ago I was talking with my friend Chuck who had been a Navy Fighter Pilot, Top Gun test pilot, Aggressor Squadron pilot, F14 Squadron CO, Navy Captain and Air Line Captain.

He told me of an incident that happened to him while in Naval Flight training. The Navy requires prospective pilots to have 20/20 vision without corrective lenses the day they earn their Wings and graduate.

About a month prior to graduation, he was ordered to have his graduation eye exam. Off he went to the Navy ophthalmologist. When the doctor finished the exam he told Chuck: "You need to find something else to do in the Navy; you failed your eye exam."

My friend was devastated, all he had ever wanted to do was be a Navy Fighter Pilot. The doc said it was out of his hands. Chuck asked him if there was anyone else he could see. The doc said you can go to DC and see the Head of the Navy's ophthalmology department. Chuck asked him to make an appointment for him, which he did.

Chuck made it to DC, had his eyes examined by the head of the Navy's Eyeball department. Results - Failure, you need to find something else to do. Chuck laid the same story on the Doctor, a Navy Captain. Chuck said the doc looked down at the exam report, stared at it for a long while, then said: "OK, You can have your wings." He signed it off, and chuck flew back to Texas, finished the remainder of his last month of training, graduated, had his wings pinned on and went into town and had himself fitted for Glasses, which he wore for the rest of his career.

Once you have your wings, the 20/20 requirement goes away. Chuck flew F4 Phantoms, Migs (yes, Migs while in the aggressor squadron), and F14's, He retired as a full Captain, flew the Airline Circuit, and contract flying executive aircraft for the well connected ($$).

The day we were talking about the "Little Things" he acknowledged that had it not been for the Navy Doctor in Washington DC signing off his eye exam, he and I would never have met, he would never have flown all the aircraft he flew and most likely would never have flown for the Navy or Airlines.

The small things we brush aside as insignificant can have a major impact on our lives, at times more so than the more glamorous events.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on April 11, 2020, 02:17:54 PM

Hello Snow Lady,               11 April 2020

For washing hair, FELS-NAPTHA Soap comes to mind. It's also good for skin care and washing kids mouths out when they talk like a sailor. I hope you realize I AM JOKING!! The reason I mentioned it, I was raised on it. Had a bar of it shoved down my throat a few times, OK many times for spouting Nautical Terms prior to being of age to join. Eventually, I ran away from home, spent a few years in prison and then went into the Navy.

I know one thing, don't rely on me for hair care; I have nappy hair that looks like it came from Brillo. The last time I went to the hair "saloon" ( I do know how to "spelt"), it looked it's best in 50 years; I don't know what they used but my hair looked and felt great. I also had it tinted pink. Next time it'll be Fuchsia, the same color as the text in this post.

They gave me a handful of samples for various Kerastase products they sell. I haven't tried them yet. The sample packs are so pretty I hate to ruin them by tearing them open. One of these days I'll get "rountoit."

Getting back to FELS-NAPTHA, it's great for stain removal. Do Not Use it to wash your kids mouth out when they talk like a Sailor, else they'll turn out like me. You mentioned the word "Reputable" in your post. I am not reputable in the least, just in the most.

Last but not least is everyday hand soap; Dial Gold is a great anti-bacterial soap. Been using it close to 100 years. I'll bet I'm closer to 100 than anyone else on this forum so take my word for it. Dial makes a lot of different flavors of bar soap; not all have anti-bacterial ingredients. Gold is the only one I am sure of. The reason I mentioned "Flavors" is I think I had my mouth washed out with every brand that existed during the civil war, including "Lifebuoy" that was used on Ralphie in "Christmas Story." Yes, I'm from that part of the world. It's a good place to be from; Far away from, and the further, the better.

Take care young lady, you'll enjoy your stay here as long as I don't reply to many of your posts. I Won't, so you needn't worry.

Please stay safe, wash your hands and keep them away from your face until you have washed them with Dial Gold. How's that for a sneaky commercial?

Before you read this, be sure you are wearing your face mask.

This concludes my post for the day. Hope I didn't bore you with my mundane babble. I can assure you I do not do "Cut & Paste." This is hand typed by one of my pups, namely "Friday" the Genius Dog. It's a good thing there's a "spelt" checker built in; his fingers are so short he has a bit of trouble with the keyboard. He is getting better.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on April 12, 2020, 07:32:26 PM
Hi Folks,                11 April 2020

I think I'm correct in this; Linde invited Christina to TransRefuge. Linde's English is difficult to understand and so is Christina's. It's like the blind leading the blind through no fault of Christina.

You may not like what I'm going to suggest; if you are interested in helping Christina, you will ask Susan who she has that speaks Mesopotamian Arabic and or Kurdish Arabic. There were a couple folks there that did speak some dialect of Arabic.

Jessica, since you are still a member of Susan's and you communicate with Devlyn, why don't you ask her for help. This Refuge site owes it to Christina. The staff here on Refuge is responsible for inviting her here and has a responsibility to help her.

Christina, You have done nothing wrong. You need someone that can help you. That someone is not here. Do not Worry about your name. The name is fine. There's much you do not understand. It would not help you if you did. You need someone that speaks your language. That will help you communicate. Now it is Confusion.

Which Arabic Dialect do you speak? I speak some Spanish. Not much help. I do know a few Arabic speakers.

I'm not a moderator here on Refuge. Jessica, you're the senior mod, the ball is in your court. After this post I'll probably be banned.

NOTE: I Was Banned by Jessica for stating the obvious!

Katie, You and your staff owe it to Christina to see to it she gets the help she needs.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 04, 2020, 01:49:17 AM
Hello Lady Sarah,                       04 May 2020

I read your post on the Refuge site where you called Dena and me "Spoiled Brats." I could care less what anyone calls me, but you demeaned Dena, who is 16 years senior to you and has an IQ that would make Einstein envious, were he still alive. Dena is the Love of my Life, the Lady that has saved my life three times.

It seems you have only read what Katie posts on her site. There are two sides to every story and apparently, you have only seen one of them. You may want to ask Katie to show you the proof of what she has said we have done; she won't and can't because she doesn't have any, well, nothing but her BS Rhetoric. Where's the proof Katie?

I hope you enjoy your time over there. When you get tired of being used and lied to, you are welcome to join here.

Often have wondered about Katie's professed Christianity. In my book, it's a smoke screen. Believe what you want. The good thing is she cannot delete this post, which wouldn't survive 5 minutes over there. 

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 06, 2020, 07:34:41 PM
Hi Folks,                    26 March 2020

I wonder if this has anything to do with the submarines we used to meet up with while at sea. We had a large hatch in the bottom of the ship; our ship would stop and a special crew would run "scientific experiments" while a sub would approach under the ship and would lock itself in place. Guards would exit the sub and go to a highly restricted area; Soon they would return with prisoners that had been on the ship; they would forcibly escort them to the docked sub and take them aboard. About an hour later the "experiments" would end and the sub would depart. Anyone observing us would not have had a clue as to what was really taking place.

I heard the program ended about 28 years ago. Difficult to know everything that goes on in black Government operations. They come and they go; few really know. One of the rumors was that the people transferred to the sub were being taken to sea to be disposed of without any trace. Nothing would surprise me.


The above story is pure BS. I wrote it and posted on a thread started by Katie wanting to see what she would do. She sucked it up hook line and sinker. As I have stated numerous times, the ships I was on were Oceanographic Research. Yes, we were clandestine but that was because we were a part of the FBM Submarine Program, Polaris Missile boats (subs) at that time.

Take Care.

Best Always, Love


Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 08, 2020, 04:24:20 PM
Hi Folks,                     08 May 2020

The above is a story I wrote and posted on a thread started by Katie while I was a member of her site. Recently, I asked her to remove all my posts as she no longer has the right to post anything authored by me; I own the Copyright to everything I write/author and have rescinded her right to use it/them. She has so far refused my request. We have removed all her posts and account here as we have for all of her staff and members that have requested their removal.

Either she does not know how to remove them, is being arrogant, or whatever one wants to call it; I call it Unmitigated Theft.

Take care.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 14, 2020, 12:09:39 AM
Hi Folks,                            14 May 2020

As I was editing a post, # 123,  on this thread Wednesday 13 May 2020, I thought of some of our crazy exploits at sea. Think this is the subject of a new post here on this thread. It is amazing none of us were lost overboard or just plain killed. I'll write about some of those adventures.

I really do thank the Good Lord for watching over all of us. There were too many close calls for their not to have been Divine Intervention; I've been saved too many times for it not to be true.

The most recent one was my auto accident 17 January 2019 when I fell asleep at the wheel and hit a tree that jumped in front of me; Totaled the car, slightly bruised the tree and did a number on my ego, which was the only injury associated with that accident. Yes, the Boss up stairs was watching over me and sending me a MESSAGE. What was the message? Listen to Dena!!!

In the past I have had a tendency to be a bit impulsive, Ok, quite impulsive. The night of the accident I was Skyping with Dena. All of a sudden I decided to go to the dairy store, Braum's to be exact (great company) around 10:00 PM. I tell Dena I'm going to Braum's to get a gallon of milk. Remember, we are Skyping and she had been observing me, which she had been doing since we started Skyping. A little background is due here.

I have had a problem with falling asleep at inappropriate times, especially while driving. This had been going on for 50+ years. Dena had noticed my tendency to drop off (asleep) while we were videoing. Early on in our relationship, she had recommended that I have a "Sleep Study" to try to get an answer as to why this is happening.

Long story short, quite a bit of time had elapsed since She recommended that I have one and the accident. I had asked my primary doctor to refer me to sleep specialist, which he did. Unfortunately I didn't hear from anyone and didn't press the issue, and let things slide.

When I announced I was going to Braum's Dena said: "Don't go, you can't drive." My answer was: "I'm OK, it's only 15 minutes away." She repeatedly pleaded with me to not go and I kept telling her "I'm OK."

Off I went. About a block down the road I was having trouble staying awake; a little voice kept saying: "Dena's right, you can't drive." I kept saying; "I'm OK, I'll be alright." Yeah, about 3 minutes down the road I fell asleep, ran off the road, awoke staring at a large tree, swerved left and clipped the next tree. When the car hit that tree, it sounded like an explosion with debris flying all over the inside of the car.

At that instant, I was so awake I couldn't have fallen asleep had I tried. It was obvious the car was a mess, the windshield was smashed on the passenger side, the window in the front passenger door was obliterated, the door was a wreck and who knew what else was damaged.

Made it to Braum's, got out of the car and glass and parts of the dashboard fell off my clothing. I did make a mess when I got out. Looked the car over;  it was obvious it was totaled; not worth repairing, still drivable in good weather.

Went in and bought the milk, then headed home, though it was a bit drafty. When I got home I sat down and told Dena what happened and told her she was now in charge of all my decision making; it is and has been working very well.

I did have the sleep study; they found I have Severe Sleep Apnea so I sleep with a CPAP machine, which helps a lot; also need to get at least 7 hours of sleep every day.

No longer drive at night unless it is an emergency. Try not to drive anytime where I might not be able to head for home before sunset. So far it's working well.

Had it not been for Dena's insistence on the sleep study, I may have continued driving when I was in no condition to do so. I could have injured or killed an innocent person and/or myself.

When I had the sleep study, the lady running it told me at the conclusion of the test, that "Dena Saved Your Life Again." I was very thankful she told me that and I am Very Thankful and Grateful for Dena.

Thank You Dena, I Love You.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on May 14, 2020, 08:17:31 AM
Hi Christine.  I'll tune in for the MESSAGE.

I'm still trying to talk with Christina at refuge.  Trying to get around when the computer translator jumbles things up.  Sometimes it comes through clear. I'm trying to isolate short unintelligible phrases in her posts to see if she will rephrase them and maybe jumpstart the translator.
As you probably know, she is isolated in a dangerous place where she can't even shave her beard off.  For whatever reason she keeps reaching out to the refuge site.
I wasn't over there in Iraq, and I really don't know any other way to feel about it
For a couple of days there was an arabic speaker on the site who is active US military. Alexandria I think.   She went away around the same time you did.  Afterwards Christina was asking about her
I bring it up in case you know Alexandria.

Have a good day.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 14, 2020, 11:19:13 AM
Hi Maddie,                   14 May 2020

I wish I did, Christina does need help and there isn't anyone there that can help her. Linde is the one that convinced here to go there.

Thanks and take care.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on May 16, 2020, 11:25:22 AM
I also wish that I could have helped Christina.  She is certainly in one of the most dangerous places for LGBT people.  I'm ashamed of my own poor Arabic.  I studied it for more than two years in primary school, while living in Arabia, which should have been enough to make me reasonably fluent, so I have no excuse.  Part of the problem may have been the colonial lifestyle, I suppose.  There were never more than two Arab children at our school, and none at the clubs where we spent much of our free time.  I did invite an Arab boy to a birthday party but his father sent us a letter politely declining the invitation.  My father socialised with Arab friends who sometimes brought me presents but I never met their families.  Even so, there were many opportunities that I failed to utilise. 

I'm sorry about your car but I'm glad that the tree was merciful to you.  I learned the dangers of driving while drowsy many years ago.  Whle working as a programmer before long distance networks were common, I often drove long distances, worked long into the night and drove back home in an exhausted state.  One night, people I saw sometimes magically became traffic signs, so I was obviously hallucinating.  Even so, I didn't stop driving until I woke up to find that I was already halfway past a  pantechnicon coming in the opposite direction.  I was lucky but in future, I insisted that my employer put me up in a hotel whenever I had to work long hours far from home.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Complete on May 17, 2020, 12:32:58 PM
Maybe someone should invite Christina overs here.

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Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 20, 2020, 08:08:16 PM
I also wish that I could have helped Christina.  She is certainly in one of the most dangerous places for LGBT people.  I'm ashamed of my own poor Arabic.  I studied it for more than two years in primary school, while living in Arabia, which should have been enough to make me reasonably fluent, so I have no excuse.  Part of the problem may have been the colonial lifestyle, I suppose.  There were never more than two Arab children at our school, and none at the clubs where we spent much of our free time.  I did invite an Arab boy to a birthday party but his father sent us a letter politely declining the invitation.  My father socialised with Arab friends who sometimes brought me presents but I never met their families.  Even so, there were many opportunities that I failed to utilise. 

I'm sorry about your car but I'm glad that the tree was merciful to you.  I learned the dangers of driving while drowsy many years ago.  Whle working as a programmer before long distance networks were common, I often drove long distances, worked long into the night and drove back home in an exhausted state.  One night, people I saw sometimes magically became traffic signs, so I was obviously hallucinating.  Even so, I didn't stop driving until I woke up to find that I was already halfway past a  pantechnicon coming in the opposite direction.  I was lucky but in future, I insisted that my employer put me up in a hotel whenever I had to work long hours far from home.

Hi @MaryT,                           20 May 2020

Kind of between a rock and a hard place. Do not know anyone that can help. We sure don't want to invite her here at this time because, to our knowledge, we do not have anyone that speaks Arabic. There was someone communicating with her in Arabic (we assume by the writing) for awhile; don't know what happened to that person. Not much we can do for her at the moment.

That car wreck was a message from the Boss Upstairs. I had been sleep driving for a long time; over 50 years. Dena calls the shots now and I feel much safer because I trust her implicitly; She is wiser and not prone to impulse. Me on the other hand, that's another story.

Just thankful no one was injured. My ego was a little bruised; collateral damage as they say. My night driving is almost nil; only in emergencies and when I unavoidably find myself out and unable to return when I should; its only happened a couple times.

My fuel consumption has dropped to an all time low. Not doing much for the oil stocks on Wall Street. The price of fuel dropped drastically about a month ago. I paid $1.14 / gallon though it has started rising again. Must be the stimulus checks.

Glad you are here Mary, we look forward to hearing from you and enjoy reading your posts.

Take care Mary. God Bless You and Your Family.

Best Always, Love

Dena and Christine
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on May 26, 2020, 02:16:14 AM
      OMG Christine we did a lot of shooting yesterday and my ears are still RINGING! Two Mossberg 12guage, one a pump 1 semi. A scoped rifle shooting 17HMR hollow point (and red-tipped). .45 and .44 mag revolver pistols and Cory had this very short/small 9mm that would positively blow yer ears off . . .

      This guy is NUTS, ex-military watched him power eject a 12g shell up into the air then immediately swing about and shoot it? People had wayyy too much beer and aren't really teaching their gun carry safety Troy blew a 12g hole in living room ceiling while "checking, ensuring unloaded"(? yep! is now!) Luckily short-range, still full choke pattern surprized size of hole only 'bout 1/2 inch?

      "Tonys" is extended family, brother to father of idiot Troy, my daughter's now 'ex' and 1st baby daddy, who all live on same 30 acres with 2 extra houses "lying around" empty  . . lol 'bout "Southern Country" as one can get! Other grandma Lisa knows how much I can be "girlish" but we get along fine, has gotten over it after initially being angry at least she doesn't drink either!

Why are all these women soo OVERWEIGHT? Always feel weird out of place but these people are always too drunk to notice or care! Been teaching #2 granddaughter The Beverly Hillbillies song Ballad of Jed Clampett ( she loves it, goes into endless *giggles*!

(ps: can move to my blog if prefer, up to you!)
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 09, 2020, 12:05:47 AM
      OMG Christine we did a lot of shooting yesterday and my ears are still RINGING! Two Mossberg 12guage, one a pump 1 semi. A scoped rifle shooting 17HMR hollow point (and red-tipped). .45 and .44 mag revolver pistols and Cory had this very short/small 9mm that would positively blow yer ears off . . .

Hi @Kiera, Folks,                       08 June 2020

You are welcome here Kiera. If you like a big bang, try a S&W .500 mag stubby. It'll make a believer out of you. By the way, I hope you are using Good ear protection. From your description, you weren't using it.

I like going shooting but haven't been in a long time. I even had to go to Google to find out how to load a single shot .22; hard to believe my skills have deteriorated to that point.

This brings me to another subject: Tree work, being an arborist and having a love for trees; climbing them and working to preserve them when possible.

Yesterday, Sunday 07 June 2020, I decided to do a bit of yard work involving tree pruning and mowing. Since I did this more as an avocation than a vocation I have all the tools necessary to work with trees.

I haven't done much heavy stuff since late 2018 when I developed a DVT, which put a damper on my tree climbing and use of the tools required, namely chainsaws. Why you ask? I am on a med called Xarelto, an anticoagulant that keeps my blood from clotting and helps prevent DVT's. I was warned that should I accidentally cut an artery, with a chainsaw or from a fall, chances are, I would bleed out before anyone could get to me. So I curtailed all those activities.

Prior to my transition I had been known to lift and carry 200 - 300 pound railroad ties, toss around 100 Lb. sacks of cement, install transmissions w/o the aid of a transmission jack; you get the picture. Well Sunday I decided to use my Stihl HT 131 power pole trimmer. I haven't utilized it in almost three years; I swear that thing has been eating Midnight Milky Way candy bars. It seems to have gained at least 20 pounds.

At any rate, I am finding out I have lost quite a bit of my former strength. I'll be 80 in less than 2 months and I'm not appreciating this diminution of my former capabilities. I mentioned this to Dena and she said: "You got what you asked for; you want to be a woman." Well, yes I did and do; but, I don't have to like losing strength. Where is this going?

After all my hard work yesterday, today, I felt great and in better shape than I did at the start of yesterday. I realize this isn't much of a track record, but it may have an important message for me: "Get off your lazy ass and do more physical exertion than sitting around stuffing your pie hole with chocolate Bon Bons."

I have more work scheduled for tomorrow and it will take most of this week to complete all the tasks I have laid out for myself. I will be sure to let you all know the results of my Hoped for physical improvement or if it was only a misplaced pipe dream.

Take care folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on June 09, 2020, 09:14:13 AM
Step away from the bon bons Christine!
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 09, 2020, 10:48:13 AM
Step away from the bon bons Christine!

Hi @Maddie,                  08 June 2020

I have about 60 Midnight Milky Way bars in my freezer. That's about a 3 - 4 year supply.

Seeing your cat in your avatar reminds me of the day You Dena and I Skyped. "Friday" my pup in my avatar, was lying in my lap, his head resting on my arm, watching you and Dena on the screen. As soon as your kitty appeared, he got excited and started making doggie sounds.

Thanks for the advice. Have never eaten Bon Bons, but have shoveled many a Midnight Milky Way and Hershey Bar into my pie hole; posted about it. Try to limit myself to one Milky Way per month; my stash lasts longer that way.

Take care my friend.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 11, 2020, 10:56:53 PM
Hola Folks,                               11 June 2020

Did more yard cleanup the 9th and 10th. Seems the increased physical activity is working. I have been losing a bit of flab; it is sorely needed. Today was eye exam day early AM. Not much sleep last night, a bit over 4 hours. Not enough to function properly on so no hard work today.

Tomorrow will be a "Start Early" day. Have about a weeks work I am going to try and cram into three days. Will let you know how it goes.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 12, 2020, 10:17:26 PM
Hi Folks,                              12 June 2020

Here it is, two days since my last post on this thread; worked yesterday and today. Did get a lot done, though there is more to do. Most likely another 3 days will be required. I can't believe how many trees have grown in that area and how large they have become. The area is about 14 feet wide and 35 feet long.

I rarely go in there as there's nothing there but the A/C unit and a few items I stored there; out of sight, out of mind.... until I had a sewer problem last year. Roots got into the sewer line.

So, the main thrust of this exercise is to rid the area of all vegetation and try to insure that it doesn't reappear. The soil will be treated to inhibit further growth of trees and brush.

That's about it for this episode, until next we meet: "Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel."

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on June 13, 2020, 10:20:14 AM
There is line of trees behind my apartment that are intertwined with a chain link fence.  At least one of the trees has the fence inside it's trunk.
Overall the trees seem to be winning the fight  as the fence is increasingly twisted.
I love the trees.
Good luck Christine with your continuing efforts to tame and protect your property.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 14, 2020, 12:11:51 AM
There is line of trees behind my apartment that are intertwined with a chain link fence.  At least one of the trees has the fence inside it's trunk.
Overall the trees seem to be winning the fight  as the fence is increasingly twisted.
I love the trees.
Good luck Christine with your continuing efforts to tame and protect your property.

Hi @Maddie, Folks,                     14 June 2020

I managed to pay little attention to that area of my yard for several years until I had to; last year I had to have a roto-rooter come out and clear the sewer line. Tree roots caused a crack in the line and roots invaded it looking for water. My goal is to remove all the vegetation from that area and treat the soil so it will be hostile to further vegetative growth.

The trees grew a lot this spring due to the above average rain, warm temperatures and high humidity. Hopefully, I will get this addressed before the problem manifests itself again.

Tomorrow will be a large cleanup day due to Monday being trash pickup day; we have 2 pickups each week, Thursday's being the second.

Time to call it a day; the pups need to go out for their evening romp, nature calls and I need the added exercise.

Take care everyone.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 16, 2020, 12:05:04 PM
                               Tuesday 16 June 2020

Took yesterday off; don't like being dirty all the time: Working on the trees/yard is dirty work, so today, it's the same old story, more yard/tree work and getting dirty. Good thing I didn't toss out all my male clothes; they are good for the grubby jobs.

Dena came up with a great idea. Work on the trees for an hour, then cleanup the mess then go back to the trees and repeat.

I did make the mistake of leaving a few of the tree trimmings lying on the ground for a couple days; ample time for them to dry out. The limbs get stiff, the leaves are dry making for a not so pleasant task of bundling them. Have about 10 relatively small limbs to bundle then I will try Dena's idea; I am sure it will work.

Another reason her idea is great is from a safety standpoint: Working on trees usually entails Power Saws and moving around the tree(s). Doing so with trimmings lying around is conducive to accidents; had more than my share of them, don't need more.

Hope you all are doing fine and that you're able to get out and about in a manner that is reasonably normal. It will return to normal, probably a New Normal, which hopefully will be better and safer.

Time for breakfast; yes, my hours are "different" than most folks. I operate in two time zones, Central and Mountain. Making and keeping appointments is a bit more challenging. During the spring/summer/fall seasons, there's a two hour difference; during the winter, one.

Take care all.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 21, 2020, 11:11:40 AM
Hi Folks,                    21 June 2020

I tried Dena's plan; works like a charm. If she offers her advice, pay attention, she is right on the money 200% of the time. Thanks Dear, I Love You.

Five days since my last report. I'll start with today: It's Raining; T-Storms in the area. Have work to do on my ride (car). The window regulator in the front passenger door lost it a short while back. Kept the window up with Duct Tape. Tape worked for a short while; had the new part, just hadn't found time to do the job.

My friendly neighbor lady allowed me the use of her garage incase it rained while the window was out so the interior would remain safe. Well, good thing she was generous.

I have replaced all four regulators, this one twice. Last time I did this was 9 years ago. Took me about two hours to do all four. I worked two hours on the one yesterday and still not done. Swear I have lost my touch, used to make my living as a mechanic. Hope to have it done today.

Did tree/yard work Friday the 19th, nothing but shopping the 18th, tree work the 17th. Still have about 10 or more trees to remove and then all the stumps to flush cut; actually cut a bit below ground level. Don't want to try grinding them, too close together and too small to be of a major consequence.

This has taken longer than anticipated; nothing new for someone overly optimistic when it comes to estimating "time to completion." Good thing the dummy doing this work is doing it for free.

Since I am an arborist, I have a fair number of expensive chainsaws. Flush cutting a stump can damage or destroy a saw. I was going to go to Home DePot and buy a cheap CS. I found one for $115.00, which I had been considering as a "sacrificial" tool. Then I remembered I still have a Homelite Cheepy I bought about 20 years ago; paid $75.00 for it then.

Used it a couple times then relegated it to "Loaner" status. Wasn't about to loan out a $1,000.00 Stihl Pro saw. Did loan the Homelite; it came back damaged as I suspected it would. Fixed it and was going to sell it, which I never got around to doing. SO, it will become the "Sacrificial Lamb." If it survives, all well and good, if it doesn't, So-be-it, not a great loss.

Please note: Homelite was a great saw years back, about 40 or so. They are cheap junk now, only a name, made in China; not worth owning unless you get them for FREE.

Noticed a "Narcissistic Personality Disorder" well known staff member on another Trans site has elevated liver #'s. Well, what with all the excessive alcohol consumption she has indulged in, what does she expect to happen? What you say? She doesn't drink? Then why all the DUI's? Not a bit surprised; Born again MY ASS!

So now I have to knock off my Bfast and then go finish the car.

Take care folks, please stay healthy and safe.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 22, 2020, 10:28:03 PM
Hello Folks,                           22 June 2020

The car window is fixed; took about an hour to get it all straightened out. Haven't lost my touch, just have a bit of rust forming from lack of use. Guess I'll try to rectify that issue.

Good news: As mentioned previously, I have been back on "her_mones" since January 2020. My boobs are doing much better than they were two years ago when I started 27 March 2018 and had to stop 23 November of that same year due to a DVT that developed in my left leg. So far everything is moving along quite well.

Progress on the yard/trees was interrupted by two things, Car window and rain. This time of year in this part of Texas, it is traditionally dry; rain is rare until October. It's now too muddy to do anything and there is more rain expected this week. Guess I'll find other things that need attention.

Nice to have my car functional and not having to drive around with Duct Tape holding the window in place. The bad part of using the duct tape is the goo that it leaves behind. A real bear to get off, especially when it is allowed to stay on too long. How long is too long? Whatever it is, I managed to do it. The good news is I went to HD and bought a small can of "Goof Off." It worked like a champ. Never know the window and door were a mess.

That's about it for this edition. Take care and stay healthy and safe.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on June 23, 2020, 05:31:37 AM
Hi Christine.

Depends on the dog, but I don't envy the job of keeping the mud outside..

Hooray for hermones!!
And Goof Off
Happy you are getting results
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 24, 2020, 11:25:38 AM
Hi Christine.

Depends on the dog, but I don't envy the job of keeping the mud outside..

Hooray for hermones!!
And Goof Off
Happy you are getting results

Thanks @Maddie,                      24 June 2020

The Hermones make things better. My pups try to avoid mud almost at the cost of refusing to go out when it's raining. I personally do not like getting in mud, especially here in this area of Texas; we have what's called "Gumbo Clay," which is extremely gooey.

Best to never walk in that stuff when it's wet. I did once when I first moved here. It was raining, my hubcap came off and went into a plowed cotton field. Unbeknownst to me, it was good old wet and gooey Gumbo clay. Each step I took made me taller.

By the time I got back to the car, I was about 8 inches taller and each of my shoes felt like they weighed 20 pounds. Cleaning the shoes was a veritable nightmare; needed a putty knife to pry the gunk off the soles. Suffice it to say, the shoes were almost destroyed, not from the clay itself but the removal process.

Gumbo Clay comes in several colors: Red, Yellow, Gray, Brown, Black; take your pick, all are difficult to deal with when wet. Dry is another matter. The strange thing, stuff actually grows in it quite well, especially cotton.

Take care Maddie.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on June 24, 2020, 11:50:26 AM
. . pups try to avoid mud almost at the cost of refusing to go out when it's raining.

My Iowa farming Uncle Clarence would call those type dogs "sooners" . .

'cause they'd just as soon do it inside than out?
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 25, 2020, 01:04:33 PM
@Maddie, @Kiera
Hi Folks,                     25 June 2020

My pups would rather hold it until it stops raining. This reminds me of my first wife's dog. He was a Dingo, we brought him to the US when we left Japan in 1972. We conditioned him cage wise by buying the cage a couple months prior to our scheduled departure. He liked it and slept and rested in it. The door was always open.

Departure day, he went in it and off we went by taxi to Haneda airport in Tokyo. We saw him loaded onto the North West plane, so we knew he was safe. The flight was to Seattle where we went through customs. We saw him taken off the plane for his customs check, saw them put him back on.

Off we went to Chicago where we had to change planes for Cleveland. It was now dark so we couldn't see much. We boarded our plane for the 30 minute flight to Cleveland; we got there, went to baggage claim, picked up our suitcases and waited for him to come out.... and waited.... and waited some more.

Now it's frantic time, Where's our Pooch? At first no one knew he was supposed to be on the plane to Cleveland. After several hours they found him in a warehouse in Chicago. The baggage tag was gone. This happened in the days of small paper tags with a thin string attaching them to baggage.

They retagged his cage and sent him to Cleveland the next day on the first flight. He arrived in his cage, which was spotless. He had been in it for over 48 hours, no food, no water, no business. Got him out of his cage ASAP then took him outside to the first bush we could find. He lifted his leg and started peeing.... and peeing.... and peeing.... then he fell over and kept peeing. He must have been ready to explode.

It was kind of sad and funny watching him. He had to be in pure misery; he was so well housebroken he was not about to go in his little house (cage).

I know what it's like not being able to pee. Have had my bladder lock up after surgery and had to go to Emergency and have them drain it. The first time I had over 1000 cc's drained and the second time over 1500 cc. Talk about discomfort, not the catheter, the full bladder.

I have a problem with certain drugs used during surgery. I know what they are and verbally inform the Anesthesiologist of them and also via a typed document I prepare beforehand letting them know what not to use.

If you ever have surgery, and most of us have or will have, when you are well and feel up to it, go to the place where you had your surgery and request your Anesthesia Report.

I think you will  be shocked at all the junk they give you to: Calm you, make you forget things, make you not feel any pain, and render you unconscious and to keep you that way for as long as they want.

It's a witch's brew, some of which is used for Executions and Euthanasia. It'll give you a warm fuzzy. I've had surgery without Anesthesia just to avoid that Witch's brew.

Take care.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 04, 2020, 10:55:42 PM
Hi Folks,                    04 July 2020

10 days since my last update. Nothing really new except the prospect of having my HVAC back in operation. It took a dive south several years ago so I just lived without one until three years ago when I installed window units in a couple of the bedrooms. This worked until this year; they were fine for a couple of years then they started on a trip hell bent for replacement.

Dena had her A/C require a visit from the "Cool Doctor." Long story short the compressor run Capacitor gave up the ghost. The cool Doc replaced the Cap, and all was well.... for a couple of days and it was back to having the "Cool Doc" make another call. Deja vu; same problem, fixed again... No Charge.

A couple day's later, Her Mom called and said She was having a problem with Her A/C, it was blowing hot air. It turned out She had the same problem: A bad Run Capacitor. The cap was replaced and all is well.

Two A/C units having the same problem just days apart? This got Dena and I thinking about my Dead HVAC system. So we started on checking my A/C's run cap. Looked kind of hammered so we decided my unit deserved a new one. We now had a Four-Fur.... maybe.

Had to do a bit more vegetation clearance to enable access to the A/C's electronics' area where the compressor and circuitry reside. What really got this started was my original thinking that my compressor had failed. Those things are a pain to replace, I have done it myself before and didn't want to tackle it again. There are a lot of new legal restrictions as to who can legally work on anything involving Freon. I am not certified nor do I have all the fancy new equipment necessary to do so. The electronics, that we can do and it is legal; just can't mess with the Freon gas.

When my unit took its dive, I figured from the symptoms, the compressor was toast. So I left it alone for the past five or six years. All of a sudden, Dena's A/C exhibited the same symptoms as mine had when it went six ways south of Sunday. We kind of thought this would turn out to be an easy fix.

Not so fast. Cleaned out more vegetation and got to where it was going to be a lot easier to work on the unit. Bought a new 80 + 10 MFD run cap. installed it, checked the wiring and decided to give it a try late last night, hoping it would work. Turned the power on, it started running and then quit. Heard a sizzling noise coming from the switch I used to energize the unit.

Hmm, what could be wrong? It was too late to continue and late means dark and lots of mosquitoes. The odd thing, the circuit breaker in the Load Center didn't trip, which is a good thing. Just to be on the safe side I bought a new switch and Circuit Breaker just in case either or both are toast.

The saga will continue tomorrow. You're probably wondering why I haven't just bit the bullet and had the whole thing replaced. I gave it a good bit of thought. The net, net, it's a $10K+ investment in this house, which is throwing one's money away. I would never be able to recover it and plan to get out of here as soon as practical.

Tomorrow we'll see where things really are. Hopefully it'll start up and cool the house like it used to. Will update you as soon as we have an answer.... one way or the other.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on July 05, 2020, 05:14:45 AM
     Wow Christine! No A/C . . in Arizona? Grandma had a swamp-cooler atop the house . . with plenty of water feed coming from the Colorado River? Suppose downline Mexico might have taken exception to that! But she had a regular compressor type as well.

     My central air has been switched off since 2013 when I first installed the solar. It also now has a bad start capacitor . . which is a simple $50 fix but being undersized from day 1 and inefficient, now 20 years old, I too rely only on window units as well.

    My Outback Solar generates 3.6K of 120Volt only (no 240) so bought 2 of the biggest 120 window units available and with sunny day-time electric being next to FREE no complaints at all . . and cutting down intervening pine-trees close to the house has been a big hobby with me as well.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 06, 2020, 10:50:53 PM
Hi Folks,                     06 July 2020

Well, things sometimes go the way we want, then there are times they take a turn in the opposite direction.

South wasn't in my play book; installed the new Double run capacitor, new Square D 50 Amp disconnect switch, checked the wiring and the impedance of the compressor windings. All seemed to be in order. Had a friend come over to throw the disconnect switch while I stood by the compressor.

Switch ON, compressor gave a couple shakes, fan ran and it seemed things were going well. When I had this A/C unit installed in 1997, I requested they install a "Burnout" filter on the low pressure side, a "Sight Glass" and a "Receiver/Dryer" both on the high pressure side.

As I stood there watching the compressor, feeling the Freon lines, looking at the sight glass, I knew things weren't going well. It didn't take long and the cutoff switch made the same noise it did the day prior, and everything came to a halt.

Win some, lose some. Turns out my original diagnosis back when it first cratered was correct; the compressor is history. Back to the drawing board. Talked to my A/C buddy, also a fellow pilot; he said he has a unit he can install that will get me over the hump and won't break the bank.

My goal is to be in Phoenix soon. Hopefully all the gears will mesh and We will be on our way.

I should know what the situation will be with the A/C by Wednesday.

Now it's supper time with Dena. See you all next report.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 09, 2020, 11:32:06 AM
Hi Folks,                   09 July 2020

My A/C friend's unit was too small for this house so I reverted to plan "B," the easiest temp and most cost effective remedy: Window A/C units. Bought 2, one for the pup's room and one for mine.

The pup's A/C will be installed today and is the larger of the two; they come first and get the best as they deserve it.

Just finished my weekly Fosamax timeout (60 min), which is 30 min longer than the minimum required, trying to stay on the safe side. I always dread this day as I cannot eat anything or take any other meds before taking it nor during the timeout period; I must remain vertical during that time. Just glad my prescription is "Once Weekly;" everyday, as is the case for some, would be a bummer.

Now it's time for breakfast, then start the removal of the old unit and installation of the new. I think the pups will be happy once it's in and cooling their room. Hopefully it'll be complete and cooling today.

Take care folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on July 09, 2020, 07:45:12 PM
Your pups have a good mom
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 10, 2020, 09:23:16 AM
Your pups have a good mom

Hello @Maddie,                         09 July 2020

Thank you very much for the lovely comment. I try to treat them like I think they would treat me were our rolls reversed. We need to remember that one day to them is like 7 days to us. Their time here with us is very limited compared to ours.

If they suffer an injury for a week, it would be like us suffering seven weeks. That's why I keep a close watch on them to make sure they are fine and have all their needs taken care of.

I'm ticked at myself as I didn't get the A/C installed today. I didn't even get the old one uninstalled. I did such a good job of installing it, I was having a difficult time removing it.

I also couldn't find all the tools I needed so rather than spend any more time looking for them, I'll go to Home DePot early in the AM and buy more. Fortunately, what I need is relatively inexpensive.

Hopefully they will be basking in cool temperatures tomorrow. Haven't even started mine and won't until theirs is working better than the original I put it in three years ago.

Hope this gets done tomorrow.

Take care Maddie.

Best Always, Love


PS:   10 July 2020

I couldn't post this yesterday due to the host system being down for maintenance. Since I didn't know it was going to happen I didn't warn everyone and hope no one lost a post. I did and only have a portion of what I wrote, which I had saved prior to the system going into maintenance mode.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 10, 2020, 07:19:32 PM
Hi Folks,                   10 July 2020

The pups' room now has A/C; they are in it having their supper in a much cooler environment than they had earlier today. I might even go in there to watch a movie .... if they invite me. They have the big screen and DVD players; all I have is a radio that looks nice but doesn't work.

Still have some finishing work to do, which I'll do tomorrow. They'll get to sleep in cool comfort tonight. It'll be a couple days before I get mine installed. My bed buddy (My Avatar) probably won't want to sleep with me tonight and I can't say that I will hold it against him .... if he so chooses. I wouldn't sleep with me either if I had a choice.

The reason I had difficulty removing the old unit was because I designed the installation like a Chinese Puzzle, parts had to be removed in the correct order, none of which was intuitive.

It's up and running, hopefully the pups are COOL HAPPY Campers.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 11, 2020, 03:21:11 AM
Hi Folks,                    11 July 2020

Last night the pups had a test to see how they like their new A/C. To save time, space and ink (ink??), I'm going to make this short. After I fed them in their bedroom, I left them there for a good while with their A/C on. When I got done doing my chores I took them out to do their duty. We do this individually, one at a time. When we got done I let the last one in the house. As I walked in the den and looked down the hall, all three were standing at their bedroom door waiting for me to let them in. That was a great "Thank You" from my pups, which I'll always cherish and remember.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures - Odd's and End's
Post by: Christine on July 14, 2020, 10:38:01 AM
Hi Folks,                    14  July 2020

This Post is as the "Modified Subject" states.

The pups are enjoying Air-conditioned bliss; have the new unit installed and weather tight. It is keeping their room at 80 degrees while outside temps are getting close to 100+; supposed to hit and possibly exceed the triple digit number today. The good thing is the new unit is doing a great job of reducing the humidity, so good I am going to swap the unit I bought for me for one exactly like the one the pups have.

Saw something yesterday that I found interesting, amusing and delightful. I was walking Ella when she spotted something in the road that piqued her interest. She loves to eat Cicadas, those noisy (at night) little Real Bugs that spend 13 or 17 years living underground before emerging to molt, mate and lay eggs.

It was a Cicada so I kept her back and watched the little creature. My thought was this bug had just recently molted and was getting ready for its first flight. Usually, the Cicadas I see seem to jump into the air and flit all over the place. This one did something I never expected; it started running across the street quite rapidly, put its wings out and took off like a small plane heading down the runway in take-off mode. It lifted off and climbed out just like I used to do when I was flying. It was a sight and delight to behold.

Never have  my camera when I need it, kind of like the time I witnessed "Ball Lightning," something only 3% of the earth's population have ever witnessed. I have seen and experienced many interesting events in my time, none of which came from "Magic Mushrooms" or the likes thereof. Never used the stuff, just arrested folks for using/dispensing/possessing it.

About time to head to "Home DePot" to swap the 5K BTU A/C unit for a 6K; 1K of additional cooling can't hurt .... except, maybe, in my purse.

Until next Bat Time, same Bat Site ....... Take Care mis Amigas y Amigos. (I know, it's purposefully grammatically incorrect)

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on July 15, 2020, 12:01:28 AM
Cicadas are amazing looking!

I've done magic mushrooms.   Not lately. 
While more intense, they give me a sensation similiar to some of the warm feelings I've experienced with estradiol.

Buenas noches amiga
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 16, 2020, 07:58:04 PM
Cicadas are amazing looking!

I've done magic mushrooms.   Not lately. 
While more intense, they give me a sensation similiar to some of the warm feelings I've experienced with estradiol.

Buenas noches amiga

Hi @Maddie, Folks,                  15 July 2020

The Cicadas are quite interesting bugs; I never purposely harm them and help them when I find one that has landed in the inverted position. They seem to have a predisposition for doing so. They are safe to pick up and won't bite you; they can't because they don't have mouths'. Some humans should be so fortunate.

Friday likes his Air-Conditioned room but still wants to sleep with his mom. Guess I'll get the unit installed in his and my bedroom this weekend. Come to "Thunk" of it, we have a large freezer in our bedroom that does generate a fair amount of heat. The Freezer won't have to work so hard once the A/C is running and transferring the heat to the world outside.

This "Cornball" virus has become a real pain in the bum. I have a theory about its escaping China; ask yourself What type of Government is running China? It's a Tyrannical Communist Government, which is what all communist governments are. The virus escaped the tyranny.

16 July 2020 - Started this post yesterday and ran into a time warp; had other issues to deal with so it was saved for today.

Post Continued:

I'll stick with that reason until I hear of a better one; like the Chinese did it on purpose to damage the populations of the western world. Hmmm, this last one makes more sense.

Tomorrow will be A/C day for Friday's and my bedroom. It was over 100 today; I really don't mind it but I don't like for the pups to have to endure the high temps just because I'm a cheapskate. Their A/C is working very well. I try not to go in their room for fear I won't want to leave.

Did get a multiday project completed today. I had some stuff here that I bought years ago that someone wants. We discussed a price and agreed to it so I packed it up and have it ready to ship to him tomorrow. He has arranged for its pick up and transport so all I have to do now is wait for the shipping company to pick it up tomorrow and deliver it next week.

Tomorrow will be A/C day for sure, did make it to Home DePot just in time as they close at 2000 hrs CDT. Got my stuff and will get started on the A/C before it gets too warm. Hope this one works as well as the pups unit; it should, it's the same brand and model.
That's it for today, take care all.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 20, 2020, 12:27:57 AM
Hi Folks,                       20 July 2020

Just a quick one. Did get the stuff packed up and ready for Pick Up. It was picked it up late Friday afternoon; they had it close to its delivery point Saturday. Scheduled for delivery Tuesday 21 July 20; my guess is it'll be delivered tomorrow.

The stuff was in its original boxes, which gave it additional protection as it fit perfectly in the boxes the buyer sent. I added additional padding and added my personal touch which is gluing the flaps on the boxes before I tape them with packing tape. I haven't had good luck with just tape, especially when the contents are relatively heavy and are solid.

When I saw how the driver handled the boxes, I was glad I added the extra padding and the glue. I use Titebond III Ultimate Wood Glue. You would be surprised how much stronger the boxes are when done this way, after all, cardboard is made from wood pulp; they are also a bit more difficult to open, a small price for the added security.

Still working on the A/C. Did manage to get the old one removed Sunday. Started on it Saturday and found this one is going to be a bit more difficult than the one in the pups room. I'm seriously considering moving back in with them. I know Friday wants to sleep with his mom; he even goes in my room and hides after coming in from a walk. He is a loyal buddy and loves his mom and she loves him and the other two as well.

Hope to have the A/C unit installed today; have to construct a custom mount for the window so we won't have air leakage or unwelcome guests visiting, i.e. bugs.

Will let you know how it all goes. Take care you-all.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 21, 2020, 12:18:45 PM
Hi Folks,                  21 July 2020

Quickie update: The shipment was delivered the day after yesterday and the day before tomorrow @ 12:51 PM CDT.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on July 21, 2020, 07:50:06 PM

I'll stick with that reason until I hear of a better one; like the Chinese did it on purpose to damage the populations of the western world. Hmmm, this last one makes more sense.

I have to agree.  If a pandemic started near, e.g., Britain's Porton Down facility, nobody would believe that it was a coincidence, so it is strange that scientists were so quick to insist that it was just a coincifence that the Covid-19 pandemic started in the only city in the world where they were seriously studying how coronaviruses pass from bats to people.  So what if it wasn't genetically engineered?  Labs such as those at Porton Down were doing research into biological warfare decades before the structure of DNA was even discovered.

The only reason that I once thought that China's "wildlife market" explanation might be true was that in my opinion, it made China even more culpable, as it implied that the pandemic started because of China's blatant disregard of international laws and agreements about the illegal trade in wildlife products.

Whether or not China did any of it deliberately, they are the country least harmed by the pandemic, and have even benefitted from it.  It looks as though the country with the largest population in the world, and where the pandemic started, will have the lowest death toll in the world.  Also, their economy is already back in growth while the rest of the world has to choose either to work and get infected or not work and starve.

The western world is starting to push back against China and I think that war may be inevitable, although analysts seem to think that the West will lose unless the US has something up its sleeve.  I think that the USA will not contemplate losing, and would use nuclear weapons if all else failed.  I was planning to keep my home well stocked for such emergencies but the landlord has told me he is going to sell the house, so I'll have to get rid of stuff, not accumulate it.  Ah well.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 22, 2020, 11:39:57 AM
I have to agree.  If a pandemic started near, e.g., Britain's Porton Down facility, nobody would believe that it was a coincidence, so it is strange that scientists were so quick to insist that it was just a [coincidence] that the Covid-19 pandemic started in the only city in the world where they were seriously studying how coronaviruses pass from bats to people.  So what if it wasn't genetically engineered?  Labs such as those at Porton Down were doing research into biological warfare decades before the structure of DNA was even discovered.
The western world is starting to push back against China and I think that war may be inevitable, although analysts seem to think that the West will lose unless the US has something up its sleeve.  I think that the USA will not contemplate losing, and would use nuclear weapons if all else failed.  I was planning to keep my home well stocked for such emergencies but the landlord has told me he is going to sell the house, so I'll have to get rid of stuff, not accumulate it.  Ah well.

Hi @MaryT,                   22 July 2020

Thanks for your post; yes, it seems, to the left at least, China and other commie countries can do no wrong and the US can't do anything right. I think they have their heads where the sun doesn't shine and it smells like Poop.

I wish there was a way to see how the world would be and look had the US never existed. This country and England have done more to advance freedom in the world than any other country. Yes, there have been others, but the main contributors have been the US and England. Some will say France, who did help the US during our founding. I think the US overpaid that debt during WW I & WW II. Had it not been for our two countries, Freedom wouldn't exist, we'd all be speaking German and/or Japanese; scary thought.

Don't know how all this is going to shake out. One thing that amazes me is how the "Peace and Freedom Loving Left" can be so violent, destructive and hateful; Peace and Freedom Loving my Ass!! All I can say is the left should be thankful I'm not running the show.

Hope you don't have to find a "New Place to Dwell." Moving is a pain though it does afford one the opportunity to "Down Size," which is something I should have already done; I'm just 10 years late to the party.  I have heard 70 is a good age to start. I will succeed, failure is not an option.

Guess I better get busy and finish my A/C project. HOPEFULLY, it will be done today.

Take Care Mary; wishing you the very best.

God Bless You, Your Family, Loved Ones and Friends.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on July 24, 2020, 06:23:34 PM
Hi Christine

This place is quiet this week!

Hope you are crispy cool about now

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 25, 2020, 01:02:07 AM
Hi Christine

This place is quiet this week!

Hope you are crispy cool about now

Thanks Maddie,                       25 July 2020

You picked a good day to post; finally have the A/C installed and working. It's a custom install requiring quite a bit of fabrication. That's all done and installed. I will take it apart later today and paint all the pieces and then re-install them permanently, or as permanent as whomever ends up owning this place desires once I'm on my way to Phoenix.

Again, it's a Chinese puzzle installation. Just looking at it one would wonder how it went together. Kind of fun but time consuming to make. The other issue I have is I am very Anal about things I do. I usually won't settle for anything but perfection.

An A/C guy is coming to install a new unit for a friend. I told her to tell the guy I want to talk to him about possibly replacing my HVAC Compressor/Condensing unit. I don't want to get into a large expense because I'll never recover the money when I sell this place. The building isn't worth fixing so I'm selling it as a building site.

If he doesn't have anything for me I'll see if he want's to buy the R-22 I have from when I worked on A/C units. The stuff I have is 30 + years old. It's in it's original factory container so It's worth something. Did check the prices, they are all over the place; spot market prices prevail.

Hope all is going well for you Maddie. Stay away from Portland, Seattle , Saint Paul, Chicago, Atlanta, Saint Louis, Houston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Cleveland, NYC, LA, San Fran, Oakland, Detroit, Washington, or any other trouble spot. Not worth getting close to the rioting nutcases. They should be glad I'm not running the show.

I did manage to see a video that had Portland's mayor Ted Wheeler being escorted through the protestors who were jeering him. It was his first outing in 50 days. He appeared scared shitless and couldn't wait to get inside the building they were headed for. In my book he is a big coward and a loser; just the kind of person you want running things when the Chips are down.

Portland has a Mayoral Election this year. It'll be interesting to see if the majority of the residents of Portland are dumb enough to reelect him. Hope they don't but, it is the Left Coast.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: karen_A on July 25, 2020, 03:34:06 PM
      I suspect Karen and I probably share a lot in common while the desire to full transition may be "a choice" being trans and having to deal with life's many other issues is DEFINITELY NOT . .

Not sure what you mean by that...

The desire to transition was not a choice... the act of transition (or any act) is... Of course doing it does not absolve one of responsibilities assumed before doing it... which is what I think you mean.

But I have fully transitioned as I define it.  Besides the surgeries, I changed all my legal paperwork (including birth certificate) many years ago, and have been working and living as Karen 24X7 for over 2 decades. I tell no one i transitioned and don't talk about it with the people who do know.


Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 27, 2020, 12:52:38 PM
Not sure what you mean by that...

The desire to transition was not a choice... the act of transition (or any act) is... Of course doing it does not absolve one of responsibilities assumed before doing it... which is what I think you mean.

But I have fully transitioned as I define it.  Besides the surgeries, I changed all my legal paperwork (including birth certificate) many years ago, and have been working and living as Karen 24X7 for over 2 decades. I tell no one i transitioned and don't talk about it with the people who do know.


Hi @karen_A,                 27 July 2020

I believe you nailed it 100%. You are your own person; you may define yourself anyway you wish, or not at all. You don't owe anyone any explanation other than those who you choose. Also, no one should criticize someone for the choices they have made.

Take Care Karen.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: karen_A on July 27, 2020, 07:41:38 PM
I believe you nailed it 100%. You are your own person; you may define yourself anyway you wish, or not at all. You don't owe anyone any explanation other than those who you choose. Also, no one should criticize someone for the choices they have made.


Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Complete on July 28, 2020, 06:23:23 PM
"Different strokes for different folks"
Works for me. :)
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 29, 2020, 10:25:29 PM
"Different strokes for different folks"
Works for me. :)

Hi @Complete,                      29 July 2020

Thank you young lady, I appreciate your comments Dear.

The two A/C's are done and functioning well. They keep the pup's rooms nice and cool and to top things off, they actually allow me to sleep in my choice of their rooms. The truth be known, their two rooms are the only A/C rooms in this building.

I'm wondering if their allowing me my choice of room has anything to do with being in control of their chow. The way to a Dog's heart is through its stomach.

Had an apt with my Endo today. They ran a Blood test, urine test, hemorrhoid check, yeah, still have  few left. Should know the results of the Blood and Urine tests tomorrow.

That's it for tonight's episode of Doggie Doo's and Doggie Doon'ts.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 30, 2020, 07:04:59 PM
Hi Folks,                    30 July 2020

I'm going to explain my transition in as few words as possible:

At 5 I wanted to be a girl/woman; remained wanting to be that way.

Occasionally wore some of my mom's clothes in private.

Married wife 1 at 30. Wore her clothes with her blessing.
Separated at 33.
Divorced at 35.

Married wife 2 at 39. Wore her clothes with her blessing.
Separated at 43.
Divorced at 45.

Poor track record.

After last separation, decided to avoid emotional relationships; worked for 35 years. Wore women's clothes to some degree. At 72 I was dressing and living as a female 99.9%. Made no issue of it and no one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't say anything.

At 76 started doing research on prostate cancer. It's in my family and I had BPH big time. Research led me to transgender information. Ignored at first then started reading, .....and reading. Finally realized I was reading about me. 

At 77.5 decided to see a counselor 08 March 2018. Long story short, woman trapped in a man's body. Took the first medical steps, 24 March 18 made an apt with an Endo for 27 Mar 18. Monday 27 Mar 18 was prescribed estradiol patch, which I started that day. Made an apt for 09 April 2018 with surgeon for prelim consult for Orchie; 11 April 2018 had pre-op physical, Friday 13 April 2018 had surgery.

Was on Susan's site, posting asinine comments. Intervention came in the form of PM's, then emails. then Skype, then a personal invite to visit. Wow, how my life changed, the long 35 year hiatus was at its end; I now have the Love of My Life, Dena, Who is my Guardian Angel. She has saved my life three times, maybe even more.

My goal now is to be with Dena, Who I Love with all my Heart and Soul. Everything else in my life is secondary. How far will I go transition wise? Don't know. I'll let Dena help me make those decisions; I surely won't make them on my own.

Have I done the right things? Yes and no. Could I have done them better? Doubt it. Could I have done them differently? Yes but glad I didn't.  Why? Had I done anything differently, most likely I never would have met Dena and She wouldn't be in my life today. I Cherish Her and our relationship; Dena is Paramount in my life. Since Dena entered my life, I have been Happier than I have / had ever been.

What do I think the moral to this story is? I believe it is two-fold, both important:

First, the little things in life may not seem important at the time, but may have a dramatic impact later in our lives. I have written & posted about this subject elsewhere on this site.  Here's the link  (,10.msg6847.html#msg6847)

Second, we all deserve to be Happy; all I can do is tell my transition story and not second guess anyone else's. We are all different and go about our lives marching to our own tune(s). As we travel life's paths achieving happiness, we should always continue reaching for more of it.

Here's a thought/saying I received from Dena: "It's Not The Destination, It's The Journey." I believe that sums it up Very Well!!!

Never give up; keep on Truckin Folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on July 30, 2020, 07:58:49 PM
Hi Folks,                     30 July 2020

Received the results of the tests my Endo had run; almost all is well, my Estradiol was a bit on the low side. Maybe if I remembered to change my patches every 84 hours it would be in the normal range. Guess I'll make a concerted effort to do it the way it's supposed to be done and not in my convoluted style.

As most here know I have severe Sleep Apnea, which is dangerous and can cause other health issues. I have noticed when I don't routinely get 7 - 8 hours of sleep using the CPAP machine, I develop a crummy feeling all day. I feel like I'm in a mental fog bank which is a downright shitty feeling. I am going to make a concerted effort to get to bed on time and sleep at least 7 hours every night. Hopefully I can live up to this goal.

Another issue is my weight; I need to shed about 20 pounds, which is mostly FAT and looks like hell. I don't like having lumps of bouncy tissue moving around or just protruding out from my clothing. Going to get my diet under control and start exercising on a regular basis. Junk food doesn't a healthy diet make.

Will let you-all know how it all works out.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on July 31, 2020, 09:02:42 AM
I might need an electric shock collar with an alarm to keep my sleep, diet, and meds under control.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on August 01, 2020, 12:20:25 PM
Hi Folks,                01 August 2020

In my brief Transition Bio, I forgot one important item; 23 November 2018 was a date that I will NOT forget any time soon.

It was the day after Thanksgiving that year, Dena and I were Skyping. During our conversation I reached down to scratch my left leg. When I touched my leg it was Hot; looked at it and noticed it was red and swollen. I mentioned it to Dena, she asked me to put it up to the camera so she could see it.

As soon as She saw it, She told me to go to the Hospital Emergency Dept and not to a "Doc-In-a-Box," a real Hospital and a Good One. Fortunately, we have a couple great ones here.

Did what She said to do; they found two blood clots in my left leg just below the knee. They prescribed Xarelto, an anti-coagulant. Went to my Drug Dealer (Pharmacy) got my prescribed med, which to my surprise was free (first 30 days).

Got home, Dena was waiting for me. Took the first dose and within 4 hours, the redness was fading, the swelling was diminishing and the leg was returning to normal.

Spent about 14 months w/o her-mones; guess you could call that my "Eunuch Period." After numerous medical consultations, tests and whatever, the conclusion is that the DVT was caused by an inherited gene. My father developed them at 54; at least mine waited 24 years longer.

I will be on Xarelto for the remainder of my time above ground, which hopefully, will be a long time.

The reason I mentioned this is because "E" does make our blood a bit stickier than it would be if we only have "T." So, for those of us MTF, we trade in sticky "T" for stickier "E." Not trying to scare anyone, just giving you information. Blood clots (DVT) are more common in folks that are, shall we say, "more seasoned," which I am.

We need to keep an eye on ourselves; if we notice unusual warmth, swelling, and/or redness, go to the best hospital Emergency Dept available, it could save your life, it did mine and Dena was the one that saved it. 

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on August 02, 2020, 06:56:12 AM
Thank you for sharing this info Christine.
Fortunate you were in communication with someone in your life (and that someone is who they are).

Hope you are  stuck on those meds for a long time.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on August 04, 2020, 11:03:13 PM
Hi Folks,                  04 August 2020

Had my annual VA medical checkup today via phone. What a joy that was. We discussed my recent checkup with my Endo. I mentioned my new script for Estradiol patches. Long story short, the VA will no longer supply me female hormones because I had a DVT even though the Hematologist at Southwestern Medical Center in Dallas, my Hematologist here where I live and my Endo all agree it is safe for me to be on Estradiol as long as I remain on Xarelto, the anticoagulant.

My insurance covers it so $27.00 $47.00 per month is something I can handle; I'll just cut down on the junk food. I currently spend more than that each month on cookies, desserts, soda and other junk food. I need to lose 20 pounds so this could be a good thing.

That's where things are at the moment. I know one thing, I am sick of the rioting and bull shit demonstrating and the damn China Virus, which is aptly named as that's where that shit was turned loose on the world.

Think of it this way, China is approximately the same physical size as the USA, We have about 350 million people, China has over 1 Billion. They could lose 300 million and it would hardly make a dent and they could care less, as long as they destroy most of the populations of the western world. Think about it; if you believe they are our friends, you are living in La-La land.

Best Always, Love


EDIT - Correction of prescription copay Christine 06 Aug 2020
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on August 05, 2020, 11:25:49 PM
Hi Folks,                   05 August 2020

Completed orbit of el Sol hoy.

Getting late, lots to do tomorrow.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on August 17, 2020, 11:19:23 PM
Hi Folks,                17 August 2020

Been busy and away from the site. Had an event Saturday morning 15 Aug 20, woke up, left arm and left leg were numb. First thought was a possible stroke. Symptoms subsided quickly with the exception of a bit of tingling in the fingertips of my left hand.

Got with Dene to discuss the situation. We decided I should go to a good hospital emergency department. I was going to drive, but when I asked my neighbor friend to look after the Pups, she said she would drive me there and take care of the pups. She dropped me off at the Emergency Dept. entrance. She had to leave as no one other than a patient and staff are allowed in.

They took me right in and gave me a room with a TV, bed and sink. They checked me over, sent me to have a CTA scan and a MRI. Both were of my head, neck and brain arteries. The good news is there were no signs of stroke. Have a referral to a Neurologist and a Hematologist. Need to get a couple appointments scheduled.

So far I feel fine. I think I may have pinched a couple nerves while sleeping Saturday night. Since I try not to take chances with my health, I went to the Hospital; I have One Very Good Reason to stay on the green side: Dena!!!

One of the things I should mention is that I first went to the newest hospital in this area, about 5 or 6 years old. When we got there it looked deserted, parking lot was empty and little sign of any activity. Went inside and found two attendants. Asked if they were taking patients. They said yes. Asked if my Primary Doctor was there, They couldn't find his name so I said I had better go elsewhere. My guess is they are still looking for him.

Went to BaylorScott&White in Grapevine. Great Hospital, best in the area. Now, my point here is, we are on Lockdown due to the China Virus, Right?. Both hospitals had very few patients. If there really is a pandemic why are these two hospitals not being overrun with sick folks?

I did mow the front and back yards yesterday without any problems. Hopefully my medical issue wasn't anything serious. Tomorrow it's back to cutting trees; still have about 7 more to remove.

Take Care Folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Maddie on August 18, 2020, 02:12:10 PM
Glad to have you on the green side.   
No signs of stroke is a relief...but it was something.  Please stay cautious.

Weird that hospitals were nearly empty. 

It's bad what people are going through right now, being split up from loved ones at critical times in hospitals.  Due to policy enforced.    If these hospitals aren't treating actual covid patients, this is a terrible thing to deny treatments and visitation that isn't deemed necessary by some bureaucrat.
Hope the truth gets out more about what's going on.

Happy timberlogging.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on August 25, 2020, 11:01:25 AM
I hope that it's nothing serious.  I sometimes lose the use of my left hand.  I think that it is because I spend a lot of time leaning on my left elbow, which may pinch a nerve or interfere with the blood circulation to my hand.  However, the numbness and inability to move my fingers can occur even when I am not leaning on my elbow.  So far, moving my arm around and massaging my hand has eventually brought back the feeling.
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on August 28, 2020, 11:27:54 AM
I hope that it's nothing serious.  I sometimes lose the use of my left hand.  I think that it is because I spend a lot of time leaning on my left elbow, which may pinch a nerve or interfere with the blood circulation to my hand.  However, the numbness and inability to move my fingers can occur even when I am not leaning on my elbow.  So far, moving my arm around and massaging my hand has eventually brought back the feeling.

Hi @MaryT,                    28 August 2020

Thank You for your concern. I know I have circulation problems in my legs, especially the left; at the moment more annoying than anything else. As long as I remain on Xarelto I should be fine.

I'm a firm believer in catching things early rather than waiting until they become acute. I don't like hospitals, especially being a patient in one.

I have an appointment with my Hematologist next Wednesday 02 Sep 20 and a referral to a neurologist though I don't yet have an appointment; should get a call sometime next week.

Hope all is well with you and your family. God Bless you all; take care my friend.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 01, 2020, 12:00:38 PM
Hi Folks,                01 September 2020

Working on a new story for this thread. It's about a rescue tree. I should be ready to post it in a few days. Why a few days? Because I'm also working on the tree and writing when I have the time. The story  is just below this post, along with photos, when all is "done did."

Take care.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 03, 2020, 01:26:38 AM
Hi Folks,                     03 September 2020

Here's Ella's small post about her rescue and life:

A Tree Named Ella

Hi, I'm Ella, the Post Oak Sapling you see here. My name came from my Rescue-Mom's Australian Sheppard, herself a rescue. The two of them found me here in this spot four years ago (2016) covered by the debris of a dead and decaying tree.

They had noticed the mound of weeds and dying vegetation, an unsightly mess if you will. After walking by several times, they decided to clean this area and then plant a new tree, a tree Christine (My Rescue-Mom) raised in her tree nursery.

Soon afterwards, Christine and Ella brought their trailer and tools here to clean and prepare the site for the new tree. She and Ella carefully removed the debris, weeds, vines and other assorted vegetation. As they were lifting one last piece of decaying wood I kind of popped up a bit, which is all I could muster at that moment; I was weak from lack of sunlight, sufficient nutrients, hydration and someone who cared.

Christine and Ella cleared away everything that could be detrimental to my health and well being. Before I knew it I had a healthy drink of cool clean water along with some nutritional supplements. When Chris and Ella found me I was just a skinny weak bent over seedling with just one leaf. That tiny leaf helped save my life. Chris, being an arborist, recognized my little leaf as that of a Post Oak, and here I am today, on my way to becoming a full grown Post Oak like my real Mom just 60 feet west of where I was found.

Here I am August 2020 looking West at my birth Mom 60 ft. away:


Another photo of me August 2020 looking East:


It's now August/September 2020, Chris and Ella have made a new barrier to protect me from the mowers and weed whackers, She has made a guard for my fragile trunk in case someone tries to weed whack around it. So many young trees are needlessly killed by those machines. They damage the bark which protects the cambium layer underneath. The cambium layer is what transfers all the vital hydration and nutrients up and down my trunk and limbs. So please be careful around all trees.

You have most likely heard about CO2/Carbon Dioxide. Well, Without CO2, nothing we know of could live on planet Earth. We are a carbon based world and need both carbon and oxygen to survive. Where do I fit into this picture? Right now I don't contribute as much as a fully grown tree like my Mom, but given the opportunity to survive and a few years I'll be doing a lot for everyone on this planet. What will I be doing? Glad you asked: I'll be converting sunlight and CO2 into leaves and the wood that will make me big and strong .... and I'll also be generating lots of clean pure Oxygen we all need to survive here on earth.

If it's a hot and dry day as you pass by on your way home and you're going to dispose of your unconsumed water, I would appreciate a few drops of it, Only if you are able to spare it.

Thank You all for reading my post and viewing the photos my Rescue-Mom took of me. In my wildest dreams I never would have thought pictures of little me would be on the World Wide Web. Thank You One and All.

More photos will be forthcoming in a few days.

Best Always, Love

Ella the Post Oak
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 09, 2020, 11:39:49 AM
Hi Folks,            09 September 2020

Today was Blood draw day at the VA. Have to do this every 6 months due to the Med (Xarelto) I am on. I should get a report in a few days.

                   Ella the Post Oak Update:

Ella is doing fine since we have been supplementing her water supply. She has perked up a good bit and so has the grass around her. The new barriers have been built and just need to be painted. White PVC with lots of Purple Primer at every joint won't look very nice without paint.

The barrier consists of four 24'' L X 14'' H panels, three of which still need painting. The painting doesn't take long, it's the Drying that is consuming time. It is now fairly humid which does lengthen the cure time (24 hours dry to the touch and seven days for full cure).

Modernized the guard for her lower trunk; it is made from a 4'' dia. X 8'' H length of schedule 40 PVC pipe. It'll take 10 years for her trunk to reach 4 inches in diameter. The guard is split into two halves and is held together with zip/wire ties. When the time comes she no longer needs the guard, clipping the ties will release it without injury to the tree.

Hope to have the barrier panels painted and installed by this weekend. Photos will be forthcoming. Think I'll run up and take a couple unless it's raining.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 09, 2020, 11:54:48 AM
Hi Folks,                09 September 2020

So much for photo taking. Got 2 feet off the porch and a deluge started. This is good for Ella and will help soften the soil for the panels. It won't speed the painting as that has to be done outdoors (spray). I think we are in for a couple days of super high humidity.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 11, 2020, 08:54:06 PM
Hi Folks,                     11 September 2001

Please Remember 911, who and what those evil people that did it are/were.

                                 Ella the Post Oak Update

Below are the most recent photos of Ella the Post Oak. Taken today late afternoon around sunset.

You will notice the grass growing in her patch of soil is nice and green thanks to the water and fertilizer we gave her.

Looking East Northeast toward DFW Airport:


Looking North toward Oklahoma:


Here I am with my refurbished Trunk Guard 11 Sep 2020:


Here is where my Rescue Mom (Chris) and Ella found me in 2016; I was stuck down under all that refuse struggling to stay alive. Thanks Ella and Chris for rescuing me.


I'm now about 2 feet tall and my trunk is about 1/2 inch in diameter; it was about 1/16'' when mom and Ella found and saved me in late 2016.

My new Guard Barrier is built and needs painting, the same color you see on the trunk guard. That should happen tomorrow (Saturday 12 Sep 20) and be installed in a day or two, Once it's in place the wooden stakes will be removed and the area will look much nicer. I'm so excited I can hardly wait until it's finished and installed. Thanks folks, see you again soon.

Best Always, Love

Ella the Post Oak
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 13, 2020, 12:25:00 AM
Hi Folks,                  13 September 2020

First off I want to acknowledge Dena for doing the work on the photos. If it weren't for Her, they wouldn't exist nor would this site. Thank You Dear, I Love You!

The barrier was painted today; it is now curing and will probably be installed Monday.

The wooden stakes will be removed, a large area around Ella will be mowed and then the four sided 24'' X 14'' barrier panels will be installed. The barrier is constructed of 1'' schedule 40 PVC; about 40 - 50 feet of it plus 41 fittings and a lot of PVC Cleaner, Purple Primer, HD Cement and two spray cans of Rust-Oleum Gloss "Winter Gray" Paint+Primer.

If I do say so myself, so far, it looks great.

As soon as it is finished, additional photos will be posted.

My yard has over 90 trees in various stages of growth. Most are White Oak, several Burr Oak, Pecan and Elm, and one Prickly Ash. Most I have planted and some where nature's doing. All have been nurtured by yours truly.

When first planted, a lot of folks laughed at them because they were tall, skinny and without limbs during their first 7 - 10 years. Now they are large trees with limbs high up enough to not get in the way of enjoying a walk in the yard; no ducking required. They are now the envy of the neighborhood. All have nice straight trunks without scars from limb removal.

Take care, see you in a couple days.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 13, 2020, 10:50:35 PM
Hi Folks,                  13 September 2020

Bit of a glitch in the paint; will splain later, need to get to bed. The Barrier will not be installed tomorrow.

Take Care folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 15, 2020, 11:04:38 PM
Hi Folks,                15 September 2020

The paint glitch was caused by me. I moved the panels into my big black Crown Victoria that sits out in the sun and gets like an oven; decided to use it as one so I put the panels in the car with wax paper where the panels leaned against the seatbacks. When I went to check on them they were stuck to the wax paper.

Short story long, I need to sand the areas where the paper is stuck to the paint and then repaint those spots. Fortunately, there are no large areas damaged by my stupidity. Live and learn.

So, it'll be a few more days before the panels are ready to be installed. They do look good but I don't like flaws in anything I do.

We did have some decent rain and cooler weather, which I'm certain Ella appreciated. It has cooled off considerably this past week.

Take care folks.

Best always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 16, 2020, 08:18:07 PM
Hi Folks,                   16 September 2020

Didn't get much done with the tree today; Friday, my bed buddy needed to visit his Doctor. His inoculations were out of date, he has an allergy that causes him to scratch himself to shreds, and his anal glands needed to be expressed (a nasty job I leave for the vet).

Got all that taken care of. After we were finished I dropped him off at the Texas State Employment Commission so he could get a job to pay his medical bill. $303.65 was quite a surprise. Fortunately, he has his own Credit Card.

He spent about 45 minutes and had a job that paid him $303.66. Got his money, had the boss call me so I could pick him and his pay up and take him home. Worked out well; he had $0.01 left over to put in his piggy bank; he's saving to buy a new car.

Did stop by to water the tree. Noticed the mowers had been there; they mowed all around the tree and even used the weed whacker inside the wooden stakes up to the Tree's Trunk Guard; they did a nice job. We watered the tree and will do it a couple more times tomorrow. Need the ground soft enough to install the barrier.

Friday is feeling much better than he did before his Vet visit. He knows when he needs to see a doctor and will go out to the car and stand there waiting for me to open the door to let him in so I can take him to his Vet. He's the only Dog I have ever had that is happy to go see the vet. He knows he will feel better afterwards. I think he's more human than I am.

That's about it for today. Back again tomorrow .... weather permitting.

Best Always, Love

Friday and Christine
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 22, 2020, 11:37:42 AM
Hi Folks,                 22 September 2020

Weather has been, shall I say, a bit "out of sorts" for a couple days. The rain is welcome as it has been very dry. Ella, the Post Oak, is looking much better what with the cooler temps, rain and supplemental H2O. She has struggled to achieve what she has achieved over the past 4+ years; have no way of knowing how long she languished under the rubble pile before being freed.

Looking at her growth this year shows she has developed a good root structure that supported a great growth this season. If everything goes well the remainder of this year, she will be in a good position to put on a couple feet of growth, possibly more, next spring and summer; hope I am in Phoenix long before then.

We will come back to visit her occasionally. I hope to see her reach 20 feet in height in another 6 years. She could make it to 100 feet in height and have a trunk 4.5 feet in diameter if all goes well. I won't be around to see her then, but hopefully watching over her from above.

Take Care Folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on September 28, 2020, 01:34:56 AM
Hi Folks,                   28 September 2020

Just maybe Ella the Post Oak will have her barrier erected later today. The panels are done and ready to be installed. The east and west facing panels have reflective tape on them so they will show up at night and during the day.

As soon as it's finished, photos will be taken and displayed here.

Temperature here has dropped to 67; fall is here and winter is on the way. My guess is it is going to be a cold one. Hope you all have warm clothing. Guess I better get my thermals out. One thing I have is fleece lined jeans. They are quite comfortable on cold and windy days. Won't leave the house without them in the fall and winter.

Hopefully the barrier will be up and functional today.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on October 02, 2020, 12:44:21 PM
Hi Folks,                 02 October 2020

Yesterday being the first of the month, the pups had their monthly heart worm preventative, an absolute must these days. Heartworms, a mosquito borne parasite, are everywhere there are mosquitos. Do your pooch a favor, have her or him tested and put on the preventative. A whole lot better for the pooch than them developing a heartworm infestation and having to undergo the treatment. The preventive is relatively inexpensive compared to the treatment. Without testing and preventative medication for your pooch, by the time you notice symptoms, it will probably be too late to treat them. I speak from whence I came; it was not pleasant to watch, especially knowing the ultimate outcome.

When I adopted Ella, she was already infested with heartworms. Her treatment took 6 months and $8,000.00. The preventative is about $150.00 per year. The treatment is tough on the pooch, some do not survive it. Our pups provide us with unconditional love and affection. Please take care of them.

Ella the Tree

Long story short, I decided to do a test install of the new tree barrier in the back yard. This required me to create 8 holes in the ground. I bought an auger that was for planting bulbs (Tulips come to mind). I managed to drill one and a half holes and the auger was history. It was made for use in a garden with nice soil. My yard is composed of rocks, clay and other minerals.

Back to the drawing board, bit of redesign and modification. I think I have the solution and should know in a couple of days. Ella the Post Oak is safe and is being cared for.

Her first couple of years were rather tough; all things considered, she is actually doing very well with the additional hydration and nutrition that has been supplied.

Next year she should add 2 - 3 feet in height and her trunk should increase its diameter by about 1/2 inch. Of course this will be affected by the weather and the care she receives during the ensuing years. Our plan is to be home in Phoenix soon so we will have to find someone here to look after her once we leave. We will return for visits on a regular basis. How often? Depends on if this country remains a Free Country or  becomes a Communist/Marxist Country.

Best Always, Love


Below is a photo of Ella our pooch.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on November 09, 2020, 01:52:12 AM
Hi Folks,                     09 November 2020

Sold the Daytona, prepping for the move back home to Phoenix. Took awhile to find the right buyer. We wanted someone who would take care of her and not flip her. We found the right person.

Hope to be in AZ by end of week one of December. This moving thing is a big deal; lots of stuff to box up and load on a truck. Also have cars to ship and three kids to get ready for the trip. We'll make it. Had it with Texas, been here 42 years, that's more than enough. If you like places where the weather changes on no notice, this is your ideal place.

Take care folks. We will be more active on the site once the move has been completed.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Margrit on November 09, 2020, 09:12:05 AM
Hi Christine

Well, that sounds busy to me.
-good house move-

Best wishes

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on January 10, 2021, 12:43:38 AM

@Katie ellen
Hi Folks,                      10 January 2021

Been packing for my return home to be with Dena. I cannot wait to get there and be with Her everyday. Skype is better than not being there, but nothing beats being with Her in the flesh.

Never fully realized how much stuff has been accumulated over the years. We have a large, 20 foot, container that we are loading for the move home. It's a BIG job and the more we work on it the more inclined I am to have a dumpster brought in and trash off a lot of the stuff. Right now it's packing boxes, taping, banding and then loading them into the container, then going back in and packing more.

The good news is we have a contract on the house we have been trying to buy for more than a year. The owners signed our sales contract about a week or so ago. It's in the hands of the title/escrow company and our attorney; no real-estate sales folks involved. Hopefully we will close before 2 more weeks pass by.

We had a brief and unfortunate situation occur on the site; you may have noticed it. We addressed it quickly and have it fixed, so it's no longer an issue.

Dena is working on expanding the site, which will be in addition to all the existing subjects; I think folks will enjoy what Dena is doing. Don't know when it'll be ready for prime time, but it will get here. My move home is consuming most all my time and much of Dena's; She also has a business to run in Phoenix, which has priority, so please hang in there.

I won't be very active here until I get home with Dena. It's been a long time not being with Her in person.

Take care everyone, Hoping you all had a Very Blessed Christmas and New Year and have remained healthy and safe.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on January 17, 2021, 01:23:59 AM
Hi Folks,                    17 January 2021

Still packing, seems like the more I pack, the more I find to pack. Is this a never ending project? It sure seems like it. One problem is I'm on the anal side when it comes to doing most things; in this instance the boxes, must be heavy duty, which I'll explain later. All new boxes have to be assembled (yes, new boxes are not fully assembled when you buy them) meaning, the bottom end must be closed and secured before you can put stuff in them and expect it to be there when the boxes get to their final destination.

First thing I do is glue the flaps with strong wood/carpenters glue (Titebond II or III) and then tape with good quality clear heavy duty packing tape. You will need something to weigh the flaps down so they become firmly secured to each other. Once it has cured start loading; when full, secure the top in the same manner the bottom was secured. Be sure you have something covering the goods inside so glue won't end up on things you don't want it on; this goes for the bottom before loading and the top before closing. Yesterday's news paper works well as does wax paper.

The final step is strapping the boxes, going around the top and bottom. I use poly strapping with metal poly strapping seals. Why the metal seals? This stuff isn't being mailed (metal seals not permitted by the USPS) so metal seals are OK. I'm sure you have received a package with strapping and no visible seals. Yes, that is the ideal; the overlapping ends are thermally welded together. I looked around a good bit and finally found the tool to do that task, weld poly and polyester strapping. Works very well, is easy to use and saves time. It automatically tightens the straps welds the straps together and cuts the strap on the strap supply side. This is an efficient way of doing this job and produces a very fine outcome. The down side is about $3000.00 for the device vs. about $200.00 for the manual tools and seals. Since this is a "one time" project, we didn't see an overwhelming need for the high tech tool. Yes, I'd love to have it and it would speed up our packing, but not $2800.00 worth.

Ok, it's later. I use heavy duty boxes because the low priced boxes cannot stand up to heavy loads, rough handling, stacking, and a myriad of other issues. I had packed some boxes two years ago in anticipation of this move (yes it has been a long time in coming), buying the low price standard boxes sold by Home DePot. One of them has split just sitting on top of the stack, the others that have boxes stacked on them are crushing and bulging at the seams. It was a penny wise and pound foolish mistake. If I were going a short distances and no rough handling was possible, the low priced boxes may have sufficed. In our instance Heavy Duty is key to getting our belongings safely there and minimizing the risk of damaged and/or lost personal belongings and/or household goods.

We are using a portable container from a company called "Cool Box Storage" headquartered in Tucson Arizona (kind of handy as Arizona is where our stuff is headed). The container is 20' L x  8' W x 8' H, 1280 cubic feet of storage and is sitting in our driveway. We sure hope this will suffice for the stuff we have going to Phoenix. Our cars will be shipped via an enclosed car hauler. I met a couple, wife and husband that have a huge enclosed trailer with two decks (stacks the cars) and living quarters behind the cab of the Semi Truck that pulls the load. It's as fully equipped as a fine motor home. The whole rig is over 80 feet. They haul vehicles all over the country most of the year. They seem to enjoy their profession and lifestyle.

Looks like closing date is 29 January unless the Escrow company finishes their work earlier. . . . . I hope. Everything is in place, financing has been arranged, paperwork on our side is done, so it's a waiting game. The house is vacant and will need some remediation as the owner is a smoker and that's one item Dena nor I can tolerate. I know, I'll go off on a tangent here, but I cannot understand how anyone can smoke knowing what we now know about this horrible addiction. I smoked in my younger years, quit 05 March 1969, almost 52 years ago. I and all the buddies I grew up with smoked. They didn't quit and all are gone. Why'd I quit? I smelled so bad after coming home from a long business trip, where I had been driving most of the day. Once home I tried to take a nappy and couldn't because of the strong smell of stale cigarette smoke on my clothing, not to mention my breath. That was my epiphany; haven't smoked since, not even one drag. Had I not quit when I did, I know I wouldn't be here today. When I have an "Echo Cardiogram" the damage from the approximately 10 years I smoked is still evident. Contrary to what Linde says on the Refuse site, damage from smoking does not heal, just stops from getting worse.

That's it for this edition. Back to sorting and packing our stuff. Hope all of you have remained safe and healthy. Take care all.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on January 23, 2021, 11:57:31 PM
Hi Folks,                     23 January 2021

Just a quick update:

Still sorting and packing. Too much stuff accumulated over that past 54 years. Some of it has been good to us and other stuff, a pain in the bum.

Closing on our new house is scheduled for this coming Friday 29 January 2021.That's when the real work begins, making the place livable. Smokers lived there so that has to be remediated first. Will let you know how that goes.

Take care all.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on January 25, 2021, 11:51:35 PM
Status update:               25 January 2021

The bank transferred funds to the Escrow/Title Company today; they have all the paperwork from the current owners so it looks like the closing will happen as scheduled, Friday 29 January 2021.

Sometime Friday, we'll have the largest dog house in Phoenix. Hopefully, the pups will be able to inhabit their new digs by mid February 21. So close yet seems so far; almost surreal.

Continuing with the packing, hoping to have it well behind us by the and of this week. So far things have been moving along quite well, with an occasional bump thrown in to keep us on our toes. Just can't wait to be with Dena everyday.

Take Care, stay healthy and safe.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 01, 2021, 02:06:00 AM
Update:                01 February 2021

Murphy must be having a great time; another glitch popped up at the last minute. Seller's papers were not complete. Title Company had to have someone go to the seller's home, which is out of state, and have them sign in the presence of a notary. They FedEx'd the doc's Saturday; hopefully they will arrive today before noon so we can complete the transfer today, then the new house (new to us) will officially be ours.  Then the fun begins.

We have to get the place cleared of the affects of the previous owner's nasty habit of smoking. We have several companies lined up to clean the HVAC system, paint the entire interior and some of the outside, and last but not least, clean the carpets, tile floors, windows and kitchen cabinets.

Then the moving of our belongings from Texas to Phoenix. Actually, the worst part is packing the stuff getting it ready for the move. Not even half way there. It's a big job and not a fun one. Don't mind the unpacking as it's almost an adventure.

Hopefully, today will get us to where we can start doing things related to making the house habitable.

Take care, Stay safe and healthy.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on February 01, 2021, 03:50:36 AM
      Always SMOKED outside or in the garage . . what was WRONG with these people? I love Arizona dad sold grandma's house before he himself CROAKED am told ya may 'ave PRIME OCEANFRONT one day as the only reason California hasn't slid into the DEEP ABYSS already is because Arizona SUCKS (sticks?), is holding it back . .

An 'ole trucker joke why or origin unknown!

(ps: Dena I STOPPED watching the new national joke called "politics", rarely view Newsmax or Fox these days, and as far as I'm concerned "discrimination" is now legal if way-more-than-half the country can be now persecuted for WHAT THEY THINK. Californica can BURN for all I care and, along with New York, both can EAT COVID and die makes no difference to Georgia we 'ave "help-wanted" everywhere!)

Am off the "waitlist" with Dr Powers am simply waiting on new Humana Choice PPO insure card to arrive to make an appointment! Am new to Medicare turning 65 this month have yet to figure out HOW I can get an "Advantage Plan" for less-than-free?

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 02, 2021, 11:59:03 PM
Hi Folks,                    02 February 2021

Closed on our new house today, after a comedy of errors. It's finally ours so we can get the Hazmat team in to clean up the mess from smokers. Hope we can get all traces of tobacco smoke from the house. The pups have never been subjected to being around tobacco smoke. Don't think they would appreciate having to breathe that vile crap.

Still packing, lots more to do. Seems the more I do, the more there is to do. I hope I get it done this year. I will.

While I'm here in TX, Dena is getting things ready in AZ. Hopefully I'll be joining Her there before the end of the month.

Take care folks.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on February 03, 2021, 12:49:54 AM
Am off the "waitlist" with Dr Powers am simply waiting on new Humana Choice PPO insure card to arrive to make an appointment! Am new to Medicare turning 65 this month have yet to figure out HOW I can get an "Advantage Plan" for less-than-free?[/font][/size]

Hi Kiera,                      03 February 2021

"Am new to Medicare turning 65 this month have yet to figure out HOW I can get an "Advantage Plan" for less-than-free?"

You most likely can't.

16 years ago there was an "Advantage Plan" whose company name I cannot recall, that had a plan that cost nothing and actually refunded your Medicare premium. Didn't last long, about 3 years and they were out of business; a long story.

One day about 11 years ago, I discovered an offering of a Medigap plan that offered what I considered a very good choice. It covered my Medicare deductible and paid everything Medicare didn't cover. Essentially, when I go to the doctor, I pay nothing out of pocket except my premium, which is rather high; at my youthful age and wild lifestyle, my chances of needing medical services are a reality, so the premium makes sense. I can budget for it but not unplanned catastrophes. Riding Motor Cycles, Flying, Sky Diving, Street Fighting, Mountain Climbing (K2 is next), do not make me a good risk.

I bought a Plan J, which is no longer sold, nor is Plan F. If you had/have them you are grandfathered in so I still have mine. The premium increases each year but not all that much. If I were to change plans or switch companies, I could never get it back.

Careful what you sign up for. There's a lot of hype relative to Advantage Plans (Part C) and Medigap plans, which are distinct from Part C plans. Do not fail to buy a Part D drug plan. If you fail to sign up for one, when you get down the road a bit and you need one, the penalty is severe and lasts until you croak. Also don't neglect Medicare Part "B," it has a penalty clause as well, except it is more severe. Make sure you talk to someone in the know and not just trying to sell you something.

Last but not least: Medigap plans DO NOT have drug coverage; you will need a Part D drug plan. Some Advantage plans do cover drugs. Shop carefully and research while you still have time. Remember to sign up for Medicare at least 2 months before the month in which you turn 65. Do Not Neglect this, it could get costly.

Take care young lady.

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on February 18, 2021, 11:39:54 AM
Why "big city" Phoenix? Lord Knows Texas has problems these days but but . .

A song thought maybe you'd appreciate: "Little man". Alan Jackson is from my hometown Newnan and, if one runs "South" on US 27/19/41 like this song says, Ga 122 (a roadsign and watertower in vdo) intersects in "Pavo Ga".
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 24, 2021, 12:43:55 AM
Hi Folks,                    24 May 2021

Been a long time since I have posted anything on this site. Seems things have been moving slower than I expected. I remember a statement I made back in 02 Feb 21:

"While I'm here in TX, Dena is getting things ready in AZ. Hopefully I'll be joining Her there before the end of the month. Ah yes, famous last words.

The reality is I'm still here in Tejas. Dena has accomplished a lot for us. She has the house painted inside and out, the tile floors and the carpets cleaned. Yard work done and my silly ass is still here packing stuff.

We did accomplish one major project on this end; we managed to obtain the services of an Auto Transport Company, CT Lee Transport out of Grantsburg, WI. They did a fantastic job, arrived on time for the pickup of four of our cars here and transported them to Phoenix. The driver Scott Lee helped us get the cars in position to winch them aboard the huge trailer he has.

Scott picked them up Friday 30 April 21 and delivered them to Dena's Shop Sunday morning 02 May 2021. We have 5 cars in Phoenix and one truck here in Texas, the vehicle I use as a daily driver.

I want to get home to Dena as soon as possible. The packing and the quantity of stuff here is staggering. We're reviewing several options to speed this process up. Hopefully, we'll have a workable plan in place by weeks end and be on our way the following week. There's nothing wrong with Texas, it's a great place to live. I just want to be home in Phoenix where I belong with Dena.

Hopefully, our new plan will work out and God willing, we'll be together again SOON!!!

For those escaping California, you might want to pass by Arizona on your way east. It's hot and dry; after all, it is a desert. When you do leave California for greener pastures, please leave you politics behind. We like living with few regulations. If we wanted things in AZ and TX to be like in CA, we'd already be living in CA and not trying to escape the craziness.

Take Care Folks

Best Always, Love

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on May 25, 2021, 12:58:05 AM
Why "big city" Phoenix? Lord Knows Texas has problems these days but but . .

A song thought maybe you'd appreciate: "Little man". Alan Jackson is from my hometown Newnan and, if one runs "South" on US 27/19/41 like this song says, Ga 122 (a roadsign and watertower in vdo) intersects in "Pavo Ga".

Hi Kiera,                      25 May 2021

Phoenix is big by some standards but not huge and overgrown as many other cities. I do not care for cold weather, have never been anywhere that's too hot. I've been places where the humidity was beyond belief making the heat quite uncomfortable.

Phoenix has low humidity and high temperatures during the middle of the day. I have been to Phoenix and have worked there. I love the place and hope to remain there with Dena for a long long time, at least another 25 years or so. We have lots of things we want and plan to do; kind of a big bucket list if you will.

Have an important appointment later today that may speed the move up. We sure hope so. When we know more we'll post it here.

Don't know if any of you heard or read about a 4 year old boy in Dallas that was abducted in the dark hours of the night from the bed he shared with his twin brother. The abduction was horrible but what happened shortly after the abduction was far worse: 4 year old Cash Gernon was Murdered / stabbed to death with what was described as "an edged weapon."

The abduction was caught on video, the perp was identified and arrested. He is being held on $1.5 million bond, is 18 years old and already had a criminal record. What are we raising these days? I cannot for the life of me understand how anyone can murder a 4 year old child who had yet to harm a soul.

Whoever committed this crime needs to suffer the death penalty administered in such a way, the perp will experience the same pain that he inflicted on 4 Year Old Cash Gernon. Having been a cop, I witnessed a lot of nasty stuff. The senseless murder of a 4 year old child exceeds anything I have ever experienced. I cannot imagine the excruciating pain little Cash suffered at the hands of the sick evil bastard that committed this crime.

Take care Folks

Best Always

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Christine on June 14, 2021, 02:23:36 AM
Hi Kiera,                14 June 2021

The scum that murdered little 4 year old Cash Gernon has been charged with capital murder and numerous other charges. I hope the General Population gets their hands on him; they hate people that harm children. If they do, he'll regret ever having been born.

Still here in Southlake Texas. Four of our cars are in Phoenix, we have the house. Dena had it cleaned and painted in and out. We've had it now for 4 months and I have yet to set foot in it.

The move is taking more time than I thought it would. Just too much stuff here to pack up and move. It's getting done, just not as rapidly as we'd like. Hoping to be there before July and hopefully before the assholes ruining our country complete the job. Hopefully, the assholes go into "Self Destruct Mode" sooner than later.

Haven't posted much due to spending most of my time with the relocation. So far several individuals want to buy this place so hopefully I get our stuff out of here soon so we can consummate a deal and I can be on my way HOME and be with DENA.

I think we posted that we sold the Hemi Daytona last October. The collector that bought her has been taking her to car shows.

Hope your transition is going well. Take care amiga.

Best Always

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on August 31, 2021, 09:28:45 AM
I hope that you and Dena can be together soon and for many happy years.  I haven't posted for about a year as I was struggling to keep my head above water and had almost no free time, but I am reasonably secure for the time being. 

Moving, especially later in life, is a nightmare, as I found when my landlord gave me notice last year.  His daughter thought he might die of COVID and she didn't want to deal with tenants or property herself, so I had to leave.  Our relationship threatened to turn sour when I insisted that he give me written notice, so that I could get help with re-accommodation from the city council.  It became especially strained when he realised that because of COVID, he had to give me six months formal notice.  His letter actually only gave me 5 months, as he incorporated the period of his verbal notice.  I did not complain but the council did their arithmetic and personally informed the landlord that he had to start again from scratch.  The council employee who spoke to him told me that my landlord was OK with it but he must have changed his mind after brooding about it, as he 'phoned me in an enraged state.  Fortunately, he does not live in the same city so there was no physical confrontation.  I did not want to deliberately mess him around, as he had been pretty reasonable for the 25 years that I was his tenant, so I took over a "social landlord" flat three months ago. 

Packing for the move was long and difficult but getting rid of stuff was even harder.  Nearly everything was useful or of material or sentimental value.   I got rid of at least half of everything I owned but I still kept too much for my small new flat.

The area has one of the worst crime rates in Britain and one regret is that Pizza Hut will not deliver, as their drivers get hijacked.  A few years ago, bus services stopped because buses were regularly stoned.  My new landlord admitted that gang bosses recruit teenagers and children, as unless they use potentially deadly violence, they are no longer imprisoned or sent to secure schools but merely "warned" by the police.  I must admit, though, that I haven't seen much bad while I have lived here, although some years ago I was mugged by a gang of addicts that lived just a few streets from where I now live.   A week ago, some boys were throwing stones at the roof of a local takeaway for some reason.  However, when I approached, they considerately stopped long enough for me to enter the takeaway.

I think that I will be okay, though, and I hope that all goes well for you and Dena.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: MaryT on September 02, 2021, 07:51:00 AM
I struggled with my own move so much that I am in no position to pass judgment on your own difficulty in completing your move.  I know how difficult it is to part with things that are useful or expensive, let alone of sentimental value.  You will certainly want to keep photos and favourite souvenirs, some items and books that have given you happiness since childhood, and some treasured gifts from loved ones who may have passed on.

For the rest, one of the things you may have to ask yourself is whether there will even be space for it in your new home.  Also, I presume that if Dena already has items that perform the same functions as yours, she will happily share them with you.  If you later find that you have forgotten something you need, and it is not of sentimental value, it is probably replaceable.  Every day spent preparing to move is a day when you are apart from your life partner.  Hopefully there will be many more days and years but especially as we get older, we cannot be sure.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on September 02, 2021, 09:45:38 PM
You can't bring it with you
when taking that Great Dirt Nap in the sky
and I'd be more concerned 'bout
who one meets on the "other side".
All that really matters now
is to WHO you leave WHAT behind?

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: karen_A on September 03, 2021, 05:19:42 PM

That still exists?
Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on September 04, 2021, 08:46:39 AM

That still exists?

Yep still there!
Quote from: Hellfrozeover 05-18-2021, 08:02 AM location(lol): Not here

'I' do not possess the "link/invite" was considered, even during former times, "too old"...
... a "too late transitioner"?

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: karen_A on September 04, 2021, 09:40:36 AM
Yep still there!
'I' do not possess the "link/invite" was considered, even during former times, "too old"..
So was I obviously, but I was aware of it.

Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: Kiera on September 05, 2021, 02:31:14 AM
         Why is it that everything took off 'round 2007/2008, the years that I retired? Indeed have my own website which dates back to 2006 but it's currently down due lack of PHP 5.4 support.


Title: Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
Post by: karen_A on September 05, 2021, 07:12:29 AM
         Why is it that everything took off 'round 2007/2008, the years that I retired?

huh? There were plenty of T* on-line forms and mailing lists before 2007! A lot got started early/mid 90's with some earlier than that. Also before they went completely to hell in the 90's, there were the T* usenet newsgroups. The fist T stuff I found on-line IIRC was in the mid-late 80's on CompuServe. And back in those days before the web there was a nationwide network of linked private BBSes people ran from home their homes on dialup-modems.