One month later

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . .it's been a month since my surgery (well, to the day, due to the time difference, and having very little memory of waking up, I'm not going to count it to the hour). I'm healing pretty well. It's still a little soar and I'm still having to deal with taking it easy, I have been able to do more and function pretty close to a healthy human. I go back to work in two days and it's kinda weird.
There's one side of me that is thinking about the concept of getting back to normal. I mean, I still have two jobs and will still be getting up EVERY morning to go to work. The jobs haven't changed, my duties haven't changed, my bosses haven't changed, my co-workers are the same. So it's pretty much getting back to life.
Then there's the other side. I feel like a whole new person. Granted just a small bit of my anatomy has changed and I can wear tight dresses and skirts. . .okay, tight skirts, my belly, while no longer a half keg, is still not close to a six pack. . .or even a two pack. But I'll start working on that soon. Anyway, things are different. I have accomplished something that truly started in kindergarten (yeah twenty eight years ago). Except for the legal stuff, I'm all done.
The thing is, for many of the older (I mean really older) girls who transition, once they transition, they kinda kick back and enjoy the rest of their lives. That's fine for them, they've earned it and they are more than entitled to it. But that's not who I am. Yeah, I worked long and hard to transition, but now it's about equality. Let's face it, this country has a GIGANTIC problem with equality. Every time I turn around, there are stories in the paper about it, and you can see it coming through in what you hear on the radio or see on TV. Yes, men and women are different, hetero people and homo people are different, and yes there are tons of "boxes" that the "powers that be" try to label us in. Yes, being different is a good thing, but what occurs here based on that is. . .well, the dumbest f-ing thing on this planet. Yeah, I said it. And you know it's true. Women couldn't vote until the last century. People of color, especially in the south, were discriminated against to vote, and those of us that are marginalized for whatever reason need to understand that most of this country is not happy with how this is all being done. But no one has figured out how to change it or what to change it to. I'm not saying that I have an answer. However, the bullying, whether it be on the play ground, in the class room, at a job site, in Congress, at the United Nations, or wherever needs to end. We can be equal without being the same. Equality is not about being the same little goober as the person next to us (I can't believe I used the word goober in my journal/blog).
So, anyway, my intentions are to be subtle about showing equality, but that's my goal. I'm looking to (once I'm used to being back in the swing of things), start volunteering and helping with charity things and show people that one small little woman has no problems helping out the world where it's needed. We'll see how well that works.

On a different note. Those that read the last entry might remember about me doing more show and tell for the medical community. I talked about it with my counselor a couple of weeks ago. And she gave me the contact person at the Medical College's contact info. Well, I've thought about it and I have to say, that I am not as comfortable with the concept as I had thought that I would be. My doctors I have no problems showing. Strangers (be they medical people or not), I'm not really that comfortable with. As much as the medical field needs to learn how to treat us, I am not comfortable being the woman that does it. I'll answer questions and share information, but I'm not willing to show my who-who to complete strangers.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.