Friday the 13th.

I had a wonderful day. There's only 20 minutes left in the day, but I'm pretty certain the rest of it is going to be fine. I had a somewhat busy, but laid back day. My mailbox contained a 90 day supply of all my meds, so I don't have to worry about those for a while, and I saved myself 50 dollars a month for the next 3 months. Woot! I decided I'd go find the local Drive-in restaurant and have myself a Black & White shake, and I went shopping briefly for a new fan to put in my bedroom, otherwise a fine day not doing much of anything.

Probably the most amusing thing of note was with the batch of meds that came in today I'm officially back on Spironalactone. Yup, three years post-op and I'm back on a blocker. Why? Because my body is still making more Testosterone than my body is okay with. My blood pressure is up, my hair and nails are coming apart, and I'm starting to have a little bit of a problem with acne again. So, back on the blocker. Meanwhile I know post-op women who have to take testosterone because their bodies don't make enough, or any. Me I've alwasy been terribly sensitive to it, mind you my levels are in the middle of the female normal range, but that's just a bit more than my body is happy with.

So that's my Friday the thirteenth. Utterly uneventful, just how I like them.

Tomorrow I spend a few hours babysitting my namesake while my sister goes to a Gordon Lightfoot concert, and then we do the whole dinner and movie, plus a bunch of wine, just hanging out. So, I think I'm going to go jump in the shower so my hair will be dry and clean come the morning, have a cup of tea, and head off to the land of nod. Yes, I'm going to bed with my hair wet. Horrors! Actually for me it's never a problem. Put it up in a pony tail and blow it out in the morning and I'm fine.