Stuff And Nonsense
Intense pain days yesterday and today, but I hadn't had any really severe ones in a couple of weeks, so I guess it was inevitable. Tramadol, THC, and much sleep are getting me through it. Come on, Amsterdam. Come on, Super Lemon Haze (or whatever turns out to be the royal flavor of this trip).
Been meaning to mention, as so many people have invited me to California and all since I learned that the Amsterdam coffeeshops might be closing: I have no problems with what I can get here at home, but most of it comes from the west coast, so I might already be smoking the pot you guys are inviting me out there to smoke. Or is it a Dutch cheese*-type situation where you keep all the best for yourselves? What I've had in California was good, but not appreciably better than New Orleans' best. I would like to try medical marijuana out there, though, as I'm curious about the quality, grades, setup, etc. The strains in Amsterdam are often bred from California strains, but they tend to have higher levels of THC; in fact, the levels have been getting so high that the Dutch government has already limited the percentage to, I think, 18%. I think the strongest strains are around 12-15% now. By comparison, American-grown pot usually has THC levels of 5-10%, or so I've read.
My appointment with the urologist is Monday. I'm wondering if I have made a mistake, since most trans people in the communities I read seem to be going to endocrinologists, but if so, maybe he'll refer me. I'm grateful for the Internet, as I would feel pretty alone with this whole trans thing otherwise. My mom is trying hard but doesn't like it. Chris is supportive, but kind of casual about the whole thing since he has thought of me as male for years and doesn't fully understand what a huge deal it is to be taking physical steps. And while I have several cisgender** friends who get it, I have to say some of them have surprised/disappointed me. Nobody has been outright ugly about it (yet), but cluelessness from people you love can hurt as much as ugliness. And I don't mean ignorance, which is understandable; I mean cluelessness. I don't think any of the people I'm talking about are reading this, but I'm reluctant to give examples on the off-chance that they are; hurting them in return is not my goal. It's just hard not to talk about this stuff, and Chris can only listen to the same stories so many times.
*I mean actual cheese, the dairy product that you eat, not "cheese" as it relates to weed.
**I keep assuming people know this word, and then they don't. It simply means "not transgender"; i.e. you identify as the sex you were assigned at birth.
Been meaning to mention, as so many people have invited me to California and all since I learned that the Amsterdam coffeeshops might be closing: I have no problems with what I can get here at home, but most of it comes from the west coast, so I might already be smoking the pot you guys are inviting me out there to smoke. Or is it a Dutch cheese*-type situation where you keep all the best for yourselves? What I've had in California was good, but not appreciably better than New Orleans' best. I would like to try medical marijuana out there, though, as I'm curious about the quality, grades, setup, etc. The strains in Amsterdam are often bred from California strains, but they tend to have higher levels of THC; in fact, the levels have been getting so high that the Dutch government has already limited the percentage to, I think, 18%. I think the strongest strains are around 12-15% now. By comparison, American-grown pot usually has THC levels of 5-10%, or so I've read.
My appointment with the urologist is Monday. I'm wondering if I have made a mistake, since most trans people in the communities I read seem to be going to endocrinologists, but if so, maybe he'll refer me. I'm grateful for the Internet, as I would feel pretty alone with this whole trans thing otherwise. My mom is trying hard but doesn't like it. Chris is supportive, but kind of casual about the whole thing since he has thought of me as male for years and doesn't fully understand what a huge deal it is to be taking physical steps. And while I have several cisgender** friends who get it, I have to say some of them have surprised/disappointed me. Nobody has been outright ugly about it (yet), but cluelessness from people you love can hurt as much as ugliness. And I don't mean ignorance, which is understandable; I mean cluelessness. I don't think any of the people I'm talking about are reading this, but I'm reluctant to give examples on the off-chance that they are; hurting them in return is not my goal. It's just hard not to talk about this stuff, and Chris can only listen to the same stories so many times.
*I mean actual cheese, the dairy product that you eat, not "cheese" as it relates to weed.
**I keep assuming people know this word, and then they don't. It simply means "not transgender"; i.e. you identify as the sex you were assigned at birth.
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