I meant to write this post over the weekend but was caught up in so many fun little projects I’m only getting to it now. Anyway: that appointment with the endocrinologist? Did not happen. I’ll set the scene:

9 AM. A mid-sized university town the in the midwest.
(Phone rings)
Dylan: Hello?
Receptionist: Hi. The doctor is delivering a baby this afternoon. No drugs for you today.
Dylan: Ha ha um. Well, babies will happen, I suppose. So… reschedule then?
Receptionist: Yes. How about… a month and a half from now?
Dylan: …Er, that’s August, right?
Receptionist: Yep! Does that work?
Dylan: Sh- sure.
Receptionist: Super! See you then!

All that anxiety for nought. When Miriam and I processed it we ended up dubbing the experience “Anxiety Blue Balls”, borrowing a term based on a supposed painful result for men of not reaching orgasm during sex. No release, in other words.

On the better side of things, which is to say the side where I’m not at the whim of other peoples’ schedules, I began working on my voice this weekend. I’m using “Finding Your Female Voice” from Andrea James. It’s a bit amateur in the editing/production end of things, but that’s fine with me; the cat wandering through the room or the cheesy new age transition music are charming. The exercises and explanations are well crafted, and though the sounds scared the hell out of my cats I found it easy to follow and had good results from the hour or so I spent watching the video. So much so, in fact, that when I finished my lessons I found it very hard to come back down to a male voice. (“Oh shit,” I thought, “I really need to not be stuck like this… work will be interesting if I come in with a chatty femme voice.”) Anyway: highly recommended.