Wow, I can't believe I haven't updated the blog for a month! I really apologize for that. After my trip I experienced a vague need to hold on to that state of mind, and let a lot of things slide in my life for a week after I returned. And then my computer needed a complete hard-drive wipe and restoration. And then I had a week full of appointments, mostly doctors, and then I got sick. Aaaand that, in a nutshell, was August.
Camping was great. We got stuck in such bad traffic on the way out that we had to overnight in a highway-side motel, but that was just a part of the adventure. The campsite facilities have been seriously upgraded since the last time I was there, greatly reducing a part of my fear--that of having spiders drop on my head arachnophobia style. Our site happened to be nice and close to the showers, too, so that I felt like I had more opportunities to shower than I needed. It took a huge load off my shoulders.
I was really hoping to have some photos to prove to you guys that for about a week, I, the hairiest woman of my personal acquaintance, lived in a bathing suit. I had an awesome bathing suit, very modest, with a low rise at the legs so I didn't have to fiddle with the bikini line all the time. I didn't shave my body every day, and sometimes I did my face in the tent with a stainless steel bowl of boiled water. I never did try the sink in the washroom, mostly because they were more popular with the teenage contingent of our party--a contingent I had not realized would be present on this trip. (And a contingent that flipped out when they thought a waitress at a restaurant one night was in M-to-F transition... so... didn't think they were ready to have their minds blown with the knowledge that sometimes, women just have beards.) But overall, although I wasn't terribly close to most of the people I was camping with, they were much, much more down-to-earth than previous camping companions. For the most part, I would not have had a problem telling them, "Excuse me while I go shave my face."
Also I tried highway driving and wake-boarding for the first time, got some great new shoes, discovered a wonderful bookstore, and made some new friends. I read several books and was so relaxed not having to do anything else. And I have to say, working through some of my fears really heightened that feeling. It may be the only time I'll get away this year, but it was excellent.
The appointments went well, too. I got back my old GP, the one who sent me to the endocrinologist in the first place, and she will continue to fill my prescriptions for Spiro and Diane so I don't need to keep seeing the endo. The cyst on my ovary is stable--not shrinking but not growing--and the OBGYN didn't recommend any surgical intervention. So now I know why I'm hirsute and I know why I get pain, and I'm tolerating my treatments. What next?
I've got to call the laser clinic I used to visit, and see if the laser technician who helped me before still works there. She was lovely and I'd want to give her the business. Also apparently my GP is concerned about some moles on my stomach and wants a dermatologist to look at them. Just have to wait for the referral on that one. So that's what I'm working toward now.