It's been a few days since I last wrote, but that's not a problem because little has happened. This week at the lab has been the exciting introduction to the world of electrochemistry (E-chem) and more procrastination. I did get some thesis stuff done earlier in the week, but I have to attack my thesis with a much more concerted effort.
Today was kind of weird, I was so exhausted on Thursday evening that I went to bed at 7:30 pm and woke up at 5:15 am this morning. After 3/4 of an hour I figured I wasn't going to get back to sleep and so I did little things like shave my legs, shine my shoes, do the washing up and laundry. I had to stay up because I had an appointment for laser therapy at 9 am. Usually I prefer to have this done late in the afternoon, but this was the only time I could get before Xmas.
Anyway, without a car and reliant on cabs it was nerve-rackingly hard to get there in time. I arrived at 9:15 am and was whirl-winded (don't you just love my bastardization of grammar and spelling) through the whole zapping in less than 40 minutes which must be something of a record for them.
Basically my skin is so pasty and transparent that my face looked like a broiled lobster immediately afterwards and so I caught a taxi home. By about midday and after a short nap (why?!?) the redness has gone down enough for me to go into the lab.
The rest of the day was spent doing E-chem, setting up crystallizations and procrastinating. I came home and being bored decided to nap!?! I woke up groggily at 10:30 pm, Red phoned and then later I went over to the lab to check email.
Wednesday I had coffee with Bridget, and it was nice to chat with her one-to-one. Nothing particularly thrilling came up, but usually there is a lot of other people at coffee, so it was nice. I only just figured this out only a few days ago, but "Not everybody can be your best friend". I say that because I have to get used to the fact that I can't hope to be close to everyone. I have to realize that friends fall into a triangular heap, with the closest ones being the fewest in numbers, and to expect to have a greater number of more casual acquaintances. It's not a particularly amazing insight, but it will take me longer to deal with it then it took me to figure it out.
In an email to Illara I mentioned how last Friday I had wanted to "make love" like a woman, but was foiled by genetics. I wanted my breasts to hang there when I took my bra off, and I was actually a little uncomfortable taking of my underwear not only because nobody had seen me naked down there for a very long time, but because what I wanted to be there wasn't.
It reconfirmed by desire for surgery, and I think I can rule out being a permanent "non-op". Of course I think of the great cost vs. pitiful income and the greater necessity of doing whatever must be done to pass first, so I keep my GRS time-table at a constant 5-10 years in the future.