What a strange and scary world we are living in right now. As you see I have decided to reopen this blog for the time being. I am not sure how long I will keep this up but I will do it as long as it keeps me busy and brings me joy.
So in the well over a year since I posted a lot has happened. Relationships have ended and started. I have had the first stage of my chest reconstruction (which I will go into more about later). I started and left a job. My bottom surgery has been on the books and then off because of the COVID. Life is in flux.
I have started a D/s and romantic relationship with an amazing girl we will call BG because she is my baby girl. We have a 24/7, low protocol Caregiver/little relationship. We met on Facebook and have been together for well over 6 months. She is amazing. We are looking at starting a podcast in the near future so please look for it in the future. Don’t worry. I will let you know when it is up.
In the beginning of February I had phase one of my top surgery. We are doing it in phases because of the size of chest I am going for. For phase one we place tissue expanders in. The plan was to expand the tissue over a few months then go back in and place the implants. With the pandemic going on, all “elective” surgeries have been cancelled until this passes. What sucks is that I have no idea when that will be. This has been a huge stressor to me but, with the help of D and BG I am getting through.
Back in October, I started a new position at another sexual health clinic. This was a dream job for me. I had always wanted to work for this clinic even before I started working as an RN. Well, do you remember that old saying that you should watch what you wish for? It is so true. The job turned out to be a nightmare. There was no training program in place. Some of the staff were colder to me then the Minnesota winters and no matter what I did it was wrong. To say that I was set up to fail would be an understatement. The crazy thing is that when I put my notice in, they admitted as such. So I am back at my original clinic and loving it. See people, the grass is not greener, it is just different.
I also spent the last year jumping through all the gatekeeping hoops to get my bottom surgery. This was huge. Several doctors, shrinks, and letters later, I had my preauth from the insurance company. I even had a rough timeline for the surgery. Then the pandemic happened. Once again this surgery was deemed “elective” and now it is limbo. I am not sure what is going to happen with my preauth that runs out at the end of the year. Most people who do not know how it works would just say, “Hunny just have them do it again next year if it runs out.” The thing is to get this preauth I need two letters of support that are less than 12 months old. This is what happened the first time. I had already had the letters of support 24 months ago but they were 13 months old at the time of submitting them, I needed to find new mental health professionals to write me whole new letters. So here is where my worry starts to build. If this surgery is pushed to after the new year will I need to get all new letters and start over yet again? Fuck I hope not.
So that is my life in a nutshell. I will be posting weekly from here on out until this ends and hopefully beyond. Thank you for reading this and I hope you are all safe and well.