My body does not produce hormones the way a genetic female’s would, so instead I have to take estrogen supplying and testosterone blocking pills regularly to keep my body functioning normally. I’m usually pretty good at remembering to take my hormones, and about 75% of the time I even remember to pack my hormones before going out for the night. So far, I have only forgotten to medicate once.
This happened last July, about a week after my first dosage increase. I was still adjusting to my new medication schedule, and one Saturday morning I forgot to take my hormones with breakfast. I lasted about 4 – 5 hours before I started feeling really moody, for no obvious reason that I could think of. I was out ice skating, and I needed a few angry laps around the ice rink before I finally thought: “My hormones!”. When I finally reached home, I had about 6 hours to kill before taking my next pill. There was no way I could wait that long. I ended up cutting a pill in half and taking that, figuring it was be close enough. I was back to normal within an hour!
I’m in California this week for a business trip, so I need to medicate three hours earlier every day. Naturally, this is throwing off my normal routine. I was good for most of the week, but this morning I managed to leave the hotel without packing my evening hormones. I figured I had two options: 1) make a special trip back to the hotel to get my medicine or 2) subject my coworkers to moody-Anna during dinner.
Lucky for them, I picked option 2.
Every now and then I like to come up with little challenges for myself to try to break some bad habit.
Almost two years ago I decided to see how long I could go without eating a hamburger. When I looked at a menu, I would always flip right to the burger section and order something from there. Always. This finally changed when I was on vacation one week. I challenged myself to go the entire week without ordering a hamburger to force myself into trying other foods that various restaurants offered. By the end of the week I had tried several new dishes and I didn’t eating a single burger. I decided to keep the challenge going, just how long could I go without eating a hamburger? One year and nine months later I still haven’t eaten one, and there is really no “challenge” left.
That must mean it’s time to increase the difficulty!
I always make some vegetables for myself when I cook at home, but when I eat at a restaurant I almost never order a side of vegetables. Sandwiches usually come with a side of fries, and while fries are delicious they also aren’t the most healthy thing a person could eat. Which brings me to my new challenge: whenever I eat at a restaurant I will order some vegetable either for or with my meal beginning … now. I wonder how long I can keep this going?
Disclaimer: I am an Atheist with Wikipedia, I could say anything! No promises on getting all of the details right, either.
Apparently some people think that LGBT (well, possibly just LGB) people are caused by Satan. Does anybody else think that these people are blaming the wrong mythological deity here?
First, a bit about Satan. I figure I’ll talk about Old Testament Satan, since sequels are never as good as the original. Satan is subservient to God, and his main role is to test people as a method of proving their faith. So wouldn’t the works of Satan also be the will of God?
I feel a better deity to blame would be Pan, the Greek god of nature and sexuality. Creating both straight AND LGB people would fall under Pan’s domain. Now, I can see where people could get confused here. The modern depiction of Satan takes the form of a Satyr, but this originated in the 1800s due to Pan’s popularity. Christians merely adopted the half-man, half-goat image of Satan as a way to scare people into converting.
Of course, there are problems with trying to place the blame on either deity. Both Pan and Satan are characters out of mythology, so they don’t actually exist. Instead, they provide people with a convenient scapegoat (pun intended) that could be used to discriminate against those who are different. Fortunately religion is on the decline, so with any luck these “arguments” will disappear in the near future.
One of my cats knocked over a garbage can a few weeks ago:
Since then she keeps trying to crawl into other containers. Here is her in a box:
And here she is trying to fit into a plastic cup:
Maybe I should consider buying bigger cups?