Today, I had my one hour electrolysis session. It felt like more of my face was covered this time, and now I'm tending to my wounds again. 🤕⚡
But overall, I'm handling it better the second time around.
Oh, and something unexpected happened, my electrologist came out to me today. She's queer, a lesbian, and shared that her heart is with the transgender community. She told me she understands what I'm going through, and we had a really meaningful conversation during the session. She also offered some comforting words, which meant a lot.
For privacy, I'll just call her Bri here.
Bri also surprised me with a gift! 🛍
During my first session, we talked about clothes and undergarments, and I had mentioned that I didn't own any pantyhose. Today, she gave me a giant bag full of them, literally hundreds. Some were worn once, but most are brand new and still in their packaging.
Electrolysis really feels like a trip to the doctor. I jokingly asked Bri if I could get a lollipop 🍭. She laughed and said, "Get the hell out of my treatment chair, I'll see you next Sunday at the same at 11 AM!"
I think this is the beginning of a really good friendship? ☺️