Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Nail Salon

My nail guy is going back to Vietnam to see his ailing mother, he's a really nice guy but has been taken advantage of lately, it's a little personal and I really feel bad about the way he's been treated, besides business is terrible for him so I've tried to be a loyal customer.
With that said, I have to find a new salon so I asked someone about another local salon and tried them last week. The lady who owns the shop (Vietnamese) was very nice and was curious as to why I wanted my nails done with Gel (I went in as Lou) so I shared my pictures, she seemed to be amused and of course asked the normal questions.
About 2 days later (Friday) half of them had broken, I did notice they were very thin and really not the right length. I usually dress on Friday and wanted to visit my wife in the hospital. After going to the hospital I stopped at the nail salon, the lady recognized me immediately and welcomed me in, I showed her my nails and she apologized and renewed the complete set without charge. All the time she had to keep glancing at me and smiling behind her mask. When she was done she said "I really like you much more this way" and gave me a big hug and kiss on my lips. She's VERY attractive, married and built very well.
I think I found a new nail salon.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

A rough day for Lou Wednesday 5/18/2011

This Blog is about Lou & Millie.

Millie (my wife) was scheduled for a knee replacement Friday but was called in early, I had scheduled an eye appointment for the same morning and had to reschedule for the same afternoon. Millie was admitted into the hospital at 8:45 AM and by 11:30 she had a new knee (results are pending as far as recovery). My son had come down from NNJ in order to give his mother moral support. I remained with her till about 3 PM so I could run home, feed and let out our 2 dogs and make it over to my eye appointment, with the intent of returning to the hospital about 6 PM to see my son off and spend a little more time with my wife.

To my surprise, the eye doctor was not impressed with the way I was being treated by the person who had been giving me injections into my eye over the last 4 years, yes I get injections right into my eye ball every 2 months for 4 years, figure it out, 48 injections and trust me, they hurt like hell and take me down for a full day.

After taking my background he decided that I may have become resistant to the serum that was being used and wanted to try the other one (there are only 2 serums for this condition) the one is covered by insurance and is about 50-75 dollars for the serum, the other is 2000.00, the difference is one is specific for eye treatment and the other was developed for women's breast cancer, but was found to be effective for the eye too.

I mentioned my insurance coverage and he said (the more expensive treatment) was now covered and if they didn't cover me he would not charge me. I have to ask everyone, did you ever hear of a doctor volunteering not to charge a patient for treatment, as least now a days, It was my first appointment with this person, it's not as if he had ever met me before, I was very impressed.

Needless to say, my eye hurt like hell, it was 7 PM before I left the eye doctor with no chance of being able to visit my wife, I had all I could do to make it home and take 4 Advil and go to bed with an ice pack on my eye.

Needless to say, I hope I don't have another day like that again. Now I have to hope my wife does well with her recovery.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

My surgery

Monday (yesterday) I went in for eyelid surgery, most insurance will cover the procedure if you failed the field of vision test due to safety for lack of peripheral vision.
I had gone to this doctor because another CD friend went to him and was very satisfied. My first visit I had asked about some nose work besides my eyes and he was dead against that. I showed him a picture I had "Photoshopped" as an example, he asked if I had been to a local restaurant lounge a few months earlier and I said yes, he said we met, I can't remember many people so I had to ask what he thought. He seems to be a very professional type and tended to evade the question, almost as if he was uncomfortable with me.
Yesterday I went in for the eye procedure with my wife, she talked with him about what my expectations were and then had to go in the waiting room.
As he started the surgery, he became very talkative (almost as if I were getting a hair cut), he wanted to know when and why I started to cross dress. I was really surprised because I would have thought someone who is a cosmetic surgeon of his prominence would have had many Cd's or TG's as patients, he said I was the only one he ever met, but I know my friend who Cd's too was worked on by him.
I'll see how the procedure turns out, right now I'm pretty swollen up.

Breakfast at McDonalds

Last week I had gone out early and decided to get some breakfast at McDonalds, it's not my normal thing and I was Lou. As I sat down a gentleman a little older than me was walking past my table, I invited him to join me. He seemed very amicable and also wanted some company while eating.
Our conversation ranged from his losing his wife of 40 years a few months earlier to our kids and grand kids, work and so on.
As we were almost done and I had felt comfortable with him I shared my Louise pictures with him, surprisingly (he had been a longshoreman) meaning a no BS type person, he was very accepting. He then told me his son was a NYC cop and his daughter was a NYC detective who was divorced with 2 kids that he looked after. He then said, I was suspicious of my daughters sexual orientation and would beat around the bush asking why she wasn't dating men, she finally said, do you want to know if I'm gay, well I am. See, we all have some baggage, my sharing my femme side with him allowed him to be able to accept his daughters orientation much better. We shook hands and he said he was very happy we had met and I helped him with his loss and his daughers lifestyle. Being a Cross Dresser isn't always a bad thing.

OK beat me up about the black hair

Over the years I have accumulated approximately 50 wigs, about 5 black and 4 auburn/red. I wanted to try my black again. You must realize as with a new hairdo that may be irreversible until it grows in, that in a similar way, once you go out with a new style or color dressed, you're at risk of ridicule.
I felt that I would be reasonably accepted even though it's a drastic change from my blond. Most people were complimentary, and to be honest, they didn't sound patronizing, but I could sense a bit of dislike.
The next week I went out as a blond again, to my surprise about 30-40% of the people who saw me with the black wig preferred it and were upset I went blond again.
My instincts tell me blond is better for me. Although, as a brunette, my money was no good at the 2 lounges I went to, no one would let me pay for my own drinks. Maybe I should reconsider the black again.