This day was… hard, so far. Mostly for minor and weird reasons. I took too long to pack and prepare, washing hair and deliberating over makeup, as I want to look good for tonight – meeting mother for first time since coming out fully to her, and not sure how that will go. Then I realized I have less pills left than I thought – in fact, not enough for my current journey I embark on, writing this on plane – and realized eventually this is because I thought “90 tablets = 90 days” without remembering I have a 2-a-day regime. So scrambled to set things up so my endocrinologist can fax a prescription to a pharmacy in my birth country. Six days supply left. The thought of not having T suppression is not one I want to dwell on.
Then was late, and bus rides took long, and train rides were delayed separately, and then the second train was cancelled. Spent 150EUR on a taxi hurrying to the airport. Then had to bully my way into fast baggage checkin, fast pass through security, got an extra check there and had to nag them to actually resolve it, had to run – in heels, on moving walkways – to catch the plane and board. All stressful.
At least security checkpoint person called me lady without prompting.
Also trying to resolve housing issues that arose – may need to mortgage for a higher total than planned as contract spells out repairs needing to happen. Need to get a tax advisor to see if I can deduct any of that, too.
And was supposed to make headway on urgently delayed code work today. Did not happen.
I have another hour before we land, so I should start. Then tonight, will meet and have dinner with mother. I am anticipatory of that.
lost in transition 