Week 12, Edmonton Edition

Today I blog from abroad, and by abroad I mean the next closest major city: Edmonton.  See, the 'fun' thing about Alberta is that it has only one gender clinic to service the entire province, which means any time I have an appointment, I'm spending about 4 hours on a Greyhound.  It's pretty much 'fun' bringing needles on the Greyhound since they started upping the security.  Definitely a checked baggage item.  On the other hand, it gives me an excellent opportunity to visit with my Grandma, something we both greatly enjoy.

In other news, while things are still a bit 'more of the same' as far as progress goes, it think its picked up a bit again.  I'm pretty sure I detect the beginnings of body hair, and facial hair is slowly but surely sprouting.  I think my face has changed somewhat too; the nurse at the clinic hardly recognized me from the picture taken at my first appointment, and out and about I've been getting a lot more 'he's and 'young man's than I used to, and virtually no 'she's.  Looking back at the pictures I've taken, I think I see a difference myself.  Speaking of pictures:

Yeah, I'm wearing my Grandma's fleece sweater.  It got rainy and cold here, and I (stupidly) packed only t-shirts...