Archive | November 2015

21 Today !

No, not me! (Oh, how I wish I were)

This blog!

I started this little part of me that says “Here I am at last, the woman I was so afraid to share with even myself, never mind the big wide world” just two months ago, and today I registered my 21st follower!

Thank you all so very much for taking an interest, and for your caring and supportive comments. I truly appreciate that you’re all out there and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it and reading your own blogs. 🙂

So today, my first full day of freedom at home … and the place looks like a tart’s parlour!

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Freedom !

It’s been a long day and one that’s had its’ emotional ups and downs, but at the end of it I’m really feeling as if everything is coming together at last.

My real-life wifey, who is Chinese, left today for her annual visit back to see the family. I dipped out of the trip because at the time she was booking it we weren’t sure how the appointments and recovery from my varicose vein treatments would fit around the schedule. Although the treatments have been done I am still suffering quite badly with my legs, still have limited mobility, and often need my Tramadol even when I don’t go out anywhere. Plus, of course, I’ve been desperate to have some time on my own to let the inner me relax for a while. Wifey has tried to convince me to go with her on a couple of occasions and even today she rolled the dice one more time. Just before we left for the airport she telephoned her Mum to say she was just about to set off and then brought the phone to me, on speaker, so I could hear her Mum talking to me. None of the family in China know of my dysphoria, and wifey was translating what her Mum was saying … “Why can’t you come? … We miss you and want to see you”.

I have to admit that over the next few minutes I was welling up inside and had to subtly wipe away a tear or two.

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