Yesterday, for the first time since my partner went into hospital, I was able to dress properly - a t-shirt and skirt! I was so comfortable, it irks me having to do the whole 'pretend man' thing all the time!
The big problem was, because I have been doing all the shopping and washing, I have to spend at least part of every day out in the big world, and regrettably I'm not able to do that from home yet. Therefore it seemed sensible to dress male for each day even though I itched to do otherwise.
I can't even put the washing on our line, unfortunately. Our garden is reasonably well secluded, but at least two neighbours either side would be sure to notice if the real me emerged at any time - especially knowing how my luck's running at the moment. I'm too tired to want to start handing out complex explanations just at the moment, thanks. Ignorance is bliss, at least for them.
Yesterday, however, I'd caught up on the washing, it was a Sunday so no shopping and no big meal to make, so I set my hair Saturday night and managed to get out of the chrysalis yesterday morning for a day of bliss. However, I got caught out by the change in the weather. I dressed light since it had been very warm last week, and it was a fair bit colder yesterday. Because of the Fibromyalgia I feel it on my upper arms and current t-shirt styles have very abbreviated sleeves :(
[Nearly got caught Saturday evening. Forgot about the hairdo and put some rubbish out in the bin, just as it was getting dark. Fortunately, no-one was about.]
I still managed to do a considerable amount of ironing at various points during the day, although I probably overcooked it somewhat as I woke up total crap this morning. Spent today in zombie mode until after lunch when I went down to our dentist and had my crown glued on the implant ( £650) plus a root canal job (free - another long story. Did I come out ahead on that one?).
Now I'm waiting for the anaesthetic to wear off so I can have something to drink without dribbling.
My partner? Progressing well, thank you. She's still not lifting heavy objects but is walking 1-2 miles a day now. We're off to Reading on Thursday to see the specialist for the first time since the op, that will probably wipe both of us out again for a day or two.
I just wish I could spare enough time (and energy) to get writing again. My muse just won't let up. I have three almost completed cracking tales to unfold, plus parts and sequels for a number of other stories. Gah!
Penny
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I do understand the feeling...
I do understand the feeling - not getting out as yourself. It IS a pain having to change cloths just to go outside. After Dark, I've been less careful - successfully. Thought once... A neighbor across the street may have noticed something. Dunno. In any event nobody's said. Another time - coming back from my shrink - in daylight... Luckily I had a jacket in the car, I could Drape. The things we go through, just to keep peace in the neighborhood. *sighs*
I wish you well, and hope things work out for the both of you.
Anne
Muse pressures
They will be fun when you get the tme.Looking forward to it.
just a question
what do you think your neighbor would do if they saw you dressed in a skirt? round up the pitchforks and torches? Unless your life would be in danger, is the stress of having to hold yourself in worth it? Just wondering.
Neighbours
This being a quiet private housing development in a quiet English country town, if the neighbours actually saw me, probably nothing much would be said at the time.
However, one of two things would likely happen: either they would never speak to me again, and avoid me whenever I was out however I might be dressed, or (particularly the retired couple on one side) I'd be pestered with questions every time I met them and the curtains would twitch every time I showed my nose out the door. Plus I'd only start up an immense rumour factory. You all know how that goes.
While I don't object to opportunities to reduce the general ignorance about people like us, just at the moment I have enough on my plate to be going on with. So, their ignorance, my bliss.
Penny