I think Papi enjoys being the Tranny Terrorist a bit too much.
When Papi dropped me off at work, and I was harassing my love in regards to the leg hair, "Farewell hairy monster," my love revealed a new area that was growing man hair that I never even thought about.
I guess if I'm going to irk my love with cheeky words, there will always be a comeback that doesn't even require words now.
Later on, while Papi was changing massive bandaids on still raw looking nipples, I was yet again awarded another look at them.
"Look! The nipple is going to look like this when the scab falls off!"
That's lovely my dear.
I tried so hard to look and have actual interest, but my face unfortunately, cannot lie.
"The look on your face is hilarious!"
Is this why Papi torments me?
Could it be that this is mi esposo's entertainment every day? The object of the game is to see just how puckered my lips can get, how many wrinkles I can extend on my forehead and how much I can raise my nostrils as I crimp the skin between my eyes.
Maybe my love is enjoying being the star of the blog show. Really, I say it's my healing journey, but most of the time, it's all about Papi and the ridiculous antics I have to endure. This is possibly like a reality show you read and mi esposo is addicted to the attention!
Or, perhaps this is my love's way of giving me something to write? Yesterday I received a review of my blog from Papi, "Your blog was boring today."
I better get something better to write about then.
the moral of the story is, if my blog is boring, then so is papi, no?
Enter stage left: the nipples.
The doctor appointment Papi had yesterday was great for Papi. My love came bounding out of the office, "She said they looked incredible!"
I'll have to have a word with my doctor.
please don't feed the animals
I guess to a doctor who's having one of a very few F-M patients, she has probably seen worse.
I mean, this is really why we flew all the way to Florida; to get the very best surgeon.
There are some that are really awful.
We have seen some really bad jobs where people have gotten tired of the top surgery wait list, and gone to someone they could afford.
Goddam! You don't want to be mucking about with top surgery!
Just got my paycheck from that unpaid time off from said surgery.
No cash and a kick in the teeth.
There ya go. Papi gave me something to write.
how many stars will i receive today i wonder