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The swelling is going down now. I can close my lips now, which makes eating not just easier, but possible. Everything looks like it's healing fine. Just under the swelling, there is a visible difference.
The idea that I might come out of this with a regular female-looking face seems too good to be true. Transition is often a matter of trading high hopes for acceptable actuals. But how can that hold here when a more female-looking, and female-feeling, and actually-me, face is the only likely outcome; the only reason I'd come here?
And it seems that this has triggered something, as my dreams have even changed. In them I either look like I did when I was a teenager (rather than an adult male me), or I'm all swollen and surgical, or I look like I figure I will: female, but potentially mistaken for a boy.
Yeah. Good choice.
When I know all the other risks, and hear some of the stories, I worry that something has gone wrong. Or that nothing has changed. But there is no proof either way, yet.
I'm sure it will be fine.
I was in the hospital for about a day post-surgery. I'm told that it was a very good hospital, and that I was able to get a single room made my stay even better. If this is the case, I would be very happy to never see the inside of another surgical ward again - although I know that I plan to soon enough.
Let's just say that after a day of that, I was glad to get home. To get out. To get some sleep. Apparently, hospitals are terrible places to go if you're looking for rest.
I've been in the hotel room for almost four days. Ruby and Scott drove here from New Jersey to visit, and I was pleased to see that I was able to get up and go to sit down in front of Iron Man rather than American TV.
Cutting down the narcotic-acetaminophen mix, done the antibiotics soon. Home soon.
Looking forward to being on the other side of this.
The idea that I might come out of this with a regular female-looking face seems too good to be true. Transition is often a matter of trading high hopes for acceptable actuals. But how can that hold here when a more female-looking, and female-feeling, and actually-me, face is the only likely outcome; the only reason I'd come here?
And it seems that this has triggered something, as my dreams have even changed. In them I either look like I did when I was a teenager (rather than an adult male me), or I'm all swollen and surgical, or I look like I figure I will: female, but potentially mistaken for a boy.
Yeah. Good choice.
When I know all the other risks, and hear some of the stories, I worry that something has gone wrong. Or that nothing has changed. But there is no proof either way, yet.
I'm sure it will be fine.
I was in the hospital for about a day post-surgery. I'm told that it was a very good hospital, and that I was able to get a single room made my stay even better. If this is the case, I would be very happy to never see the inside of another surgical ward again - although I know that I plan to soon enough.
Let's just say that after a day of that, I was glad to get home. To get out. To get some sleep. Apparently, hospitals are terrible places to go if you're looking for rest.
I've been in the hotel room for almost four days. Ruby and Scott drove here from New Jersey to visit, and I was pleased to see that I was able to get up and go to sit down in front of Iron Man rather than American TV.
Cutting down the narcotic-acetaminophen mix, done the antibiotics soon. Home soon.
Looking forward to being on the other side of this.