Finally!

So yesterday, after all of this time, I was able to go into the doctor's for my HRT consultation. Unfortunately, I was waiting for two and a half hours due to an emergency at the office - it turns out that someone had died, which is sad, but kind of expected when you're dealing with elderly patients. Once I finally got back there, my doctor William was super-nice, as was Slade, his PA. Most of the time that I was there, we were just talking, he was asking questions about me and my feelings and mental health history along with family history. We went over my bloodwork and it turns out that I don't have any signs of diabetes, and my cholesterol is good, and everything else was in average numbers as well, which I feel good about.

William wrote me a prescription, and Slade came back in to teach me how to give myself injections. I did one in my left deltoid with some colored water. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, the T is suspended in oil and the needle will be a pinch bigger, but still, not as terrible as I was expecting. William is starting me off with 0.5 CC of Testosterone Cypponate (( ? )) every Sunday morning, and I'll go see him again in two months. I'm pretty excited, though it kinda stinks because I went to pick up my supplies today, and they didn't have my syringes in stock =____=; So I have to go back for those on Monday. So as you can all imagine, I'm really looking forward to Monday.

Sadly though, most of my family isn't very happy for me. Yesterday, I told everyone that I'd start taking my shots soon. My mother was happy, but unsure. My father kind of stared at me and asked if i was sure. My oldest sister, Mindy made jokes about it and basically said that I couldn't commit to anything. My other sister, Savannah pretty much fretted that I was making a mistake. And my grandma is just...flustered The only people who've been happy for me so far are my boss at work, Go figure, my friends Eva, Debi, Broudy, and my doctors...obviously xD Other than that, I'm getting a lot of luke-warm responses. It's not that I care what they think, but it would be nice to not be asked if I'm sure twenty times a day. I know what I want, and you can't stop me. So there!

Salutations and hello, fellow netizens!

So, hello, hello everybody.

This is me being unable to load an icon onto this site because my mother's computer bites like crazy...and in the totally sucky and not good way. Oh yes, as you'll find out, I'm definitely a bit of a camera-whore, but it's fun, so nyeah. Alas, my camera is broken, so you'll be frequently treated to year old pictures until I manage to buy a new camera. Hurray >w<

I guess that this is a good time for a proper introduction, yes? In that case, let's get to it, shall we? My name is Darius Aiden, not legally, but it will be one day. One day soon. There is no way that I'm putting my legal name up here, but trust me, it's very odd, and is one of those names that I don't even need a last name. It's like...Cher, or Prince, or Kesha...or something like that. Yeah, cus I'm awesome. Ahem. More about me, I'm twenty one years old and I came into this girl as a cute little girl, only to realize at the age of twenty that I just so happen to be a boy. Hence, the title, Boy born with a V, Aka, Boy born with a Vag. Hurk. I enjoy being blunt, can you tell?

So yeah, about all that being a boy in a girl's body. It's true. I'm an FtM, otherwise known as a Female to Male. I'm currently on my way down the path of a legal sex-change. I've been seeing a gender therapist for four months. I was officially diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder in February of 2011. I'm currently in the process of getting a perscription for Testosterone and went into a nurse's office for bloodwork about a week ago.

Speaking of testosterone, I'm going back to see my doctor again on May 6th. I'm not quite sure what's going to happen this time. I think that I'll be getting my bloodwork results, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to get my perscription. I don't know if I get my first shot this Friday, but I'm really hoping. Sure, I'm a little nervous about going on T, but I'm also super psyched. Believe it or not, most of my family knows about my transition. I'm told my parents, my step-parents, my two older sisters, my step-nephew, and even my boss. Phew, I couldn't believe that my boss was totally okay with it. I've also told a large chunk of my friends. However, not everyone is okay with calling me by my chosen name or using the right pro-nouns, but I'll just have to deal with that.

Unfortunately, I've got work soon, so until next time, this is me signing off!