1 Year anniversary
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 3:58 am
I've been asked to write about my 1 year anniversary that occured today. I was castrated June 3rd 2005 by Dr. Kimmel.
I'll just hit the highlights.
From June to I suppose August I was adjusting to the new hormone levels (or lack thereof). I was irritatable. During this time, my best friend and I went through a lot of issues together. I hated him for a while, I loved him for a while. I would get angry with him for sometimes no good reason. Then for a while I would be complacent with him. June through august was an emotional rollercoaster for me.
By time midaugust came, I settled out. By this time, my friend had pretty much broken off contact with me because he couldn't handle my constantly changing emotional state. Oddly, it was around this time that things settled for me and I just became more humble.
My friend knew I was castrated. In fact, he went with me to Philly to watch over me for the few days after the surgery.
Then, unless you have been in a hole for the past year, you know that hurricane Katrina came. My house got damage, insurance was slow to pay and my job opted to leave the area I lived to take residence in Memphis, TN. So, things got wild again until November. I was unsure what was going to happen with my job and the only jobs available in the area after Katrina was construction and I can barely operate a hammer. So, I wasn't fit for that.
November came and the work finally got straightened out, and I got uprooted from my home state and moved to Memphis, TN. I moved here, away from friends and family. I had one coworker that moved with me to keep me somewhat in reality during the touch transition.
For the next several months, I was still broke even though I had a newly relocated job because I still had a mortgage for my house and now rent on top of that for living in Memphis, TN. In April I sold my home and since then I'm been home free in the stress area. BTW, just to give you guys some idea, my insurance didn't pay off until March '06 on my house's damage.
Now, we're in April and May... well, I didn't say really what I have been doing since November after I moved here. My friends kept me active where I use to live, and here in Memphis, I have been very unactive. Since november, most of my time has been using Netflix way to much and working. I do helpdesk tech support for a casino, so I'm not mobile at work or at home.
Since november I've gained about thirty pounds. I'm sure this is contributed more towards the lack of activity than it is being a eunuch.
Here we are, today, my one year anniversay. It was a rough ride, emotionally in the beginning and then it turned to crude because of hurricane Katrina.
I hope to beat the laziness out of me and get back in shape. Doing that without friends to keep me active has been hard and even with the size of Memphis, I haven't been able to find any new friends and while I keep in touch with old friends by phone, that surely doesn't take much activity to do.
So, there you have it. My first year as a eunuch.
Ohh, just to throw something into the fire to make conversation... I never admitted it, but I'm 'James' in the March issue of Details magazine. I'll let you all get angry with me before I go explaining that monster of a misinterpretated article.
Let the flames and praise begin.
I'll just hit the highlights.
From June to I suppose August I was adjusting to the new hormone levels (or lack thereof). I was irritatable. During this time, my best friend and I went through a lot of issues together. I hated him for a while, I loved him for a while. I would get angry with him for sometimes no good reason. Then for a while I would be complacent with him. June through august was an emotional rollercoaster for me.
By time midaugust came, I settled out. By this time, my friend had pretty much broken off contact with me because he couldn't handle my constantly changing emotional state. Oddly, it was around this time that things settled for me and I just became more humble.
My friend knew I was castrated. In fact, he went with me to Philly to watch over me for the few days after the surgery.
Then, unless you have been in a hole for the past year, you know that hurricane Katrina came. My house got damage, insurance was slow to pay and my job opted to leave the area I lived to take residence in Memphis, TN. So, things got wild again until November. I was unsure what was going to happen with my job and the only jobs available in the area after Katrina was construction and I can barely operate a hammer. So, I wasn't fit for that.
November came and the work finally got straightened out, and I got uprooted from my home state and moved to Memphis, TN. I moved here, away from friends and family. I had one coworker that moved with me to keep me somewhat in reality during the touch transition.
For the next several months, I was still broke even though I had a newly relocated job because I still had a mortgage for my house and now rent on top of that for living in Memphis, TN. In April I sold my home and since then I'm been home free in the stress area. BTW, just to give you guys some idea, my insurance didn't pay off until March '06 on my house's damage.
Now, we're in April and May... well, I didn't say really what I have been doing since November after I moved here. My friends kept me active where I use to live, and here in Memphis, I have been very unactive. Since november, most of my time has been using Netflix way to much and working. I do helpdesk tech support for a casino, so I'm not mobile at work or at home.
Since november I've gained about thirty pounds. I'm sure this is contributed more towards the lack of activity than it is being a eunuch.
Here we are, today, my one year anniversay. It was a rough ride, emotionally in the beginning and then it turned to crude because of hurricane Katrina.
I hope to beat the laziness out of me and get back in shape. Doing that without friends to keep me active has been hard and even with the size of Memphis, I haven't been able to find any new friends and while I keep in touch with old friends by phone, that surely doesn't take much activity to do.
So, there you have it. My first year as a eunuch.
Ohh, just to throw something into the fire to make conversation... I never admitted it, but I'm 'James' in the March issue of Details magazine. I'll let you all get angry with me before I go explaining that monster of a misinterpretated article.
Let the flames and praise begin.