Two small achievements …

The ten weeks of my mandatory sick leave are now exhausted - more's the pity, as I was getting quite used to being a lady of leisure - and I am now back at work, albeit on reduced hours: for the present, only my weekend shifts, which I can just about manage on. Still, it... Continue Reading →

Convalescent Critic #1: “Yatterman Night”

What to do when I am not even halfway through my ten-week healing process after gender confirmation surgery, and still barely able to get out of doors for any length of time? Getting back to fiction writing or game programming would be ideal, if I had any promising ideas ... which I am currently lacking... Continue Reading →

System Shock

(Me and fellow patient Leah - who very kindly lent me the wheelchair, making an impromptu dash for sunlight and fresh air at Charing Cross Hospital, a week post-surgery) Some of you already know that I was, at long last (although the three years I have been waiting is by no means considered an unusually... Continue Reading →

Come to the Cabaret …

... except you can't, alas, as we danced it last night, but here's a nice group shot to give some idea of the wonderfully manic atmosphere: (That's me at far left, failing to fling my scarf any great distance, though not for want of enthusiasm. Just rubbish arm action.) So, my first performance is finally... Continue Reading →

Quick Update

Alea iacta est, or words to that effect ... Preliminaries and assessments are all done, and the surgery date is confirmed for April 11, and I will be admitted to Charing Cross Hospital the day before. Apprehensive as I am about my first ever trip to an operating theatre, prolonged stay on a hospital ward,... Continue Reading →

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