Definitely getting into “last things” mode. Starting to look ahead to pre-op open house and sort of slow motion letting go of work stuff for a bit and kicking back.
And thinking about doing odd stuff for the last time. Today, rushing back from my psych appointment (of which more later) i was bursting. For a pee, that is. Why?
It did occur to me that this seems to have happened a great deal more since transition and, i guess there is a rational reason for that.
Which is that as a bloke, it is a darn sight easier to pause in a layby and nip behind a tree. Whereas as a woman one is restricted to whatever loos one encounters on the road and… sitting… to being that much fussier about which loos one will use.
F’rinstance, i regularly do the route from Milton Keynes to Peterborough, passing, en route, a garage where i occasionally call in for a sandwich and a bottle of fizz. I have used their loos once and…never again!
So-o…. as the pace hots up…the thought crossed my mind: one last time? Standing?
Yes? No? No way?