Seeing someone else's neovagina sewn up like a christmas turkey ten years ago didn't do it. Seeing/feeling my own the same way last month didn't do it. No, what's finally got me considering a life less fowl is this morning's adventure in "sloughing".
After my first dilation session of the day, I went to the toilet as usual to mop up myself where any drippings would flush harmlessly away. I wiped, blotted, and flushed, then got back on the bed to rest for a moment, and do some inspections...
Ooops! Looks like a piece of TP actually got stuck in my labia, no problem, I'll just grab that...huh feels slippery for paper.... I let it go without pulling any further, but the line had been crossed and the USO (unidentified slimey object) fell out and rolled down into my butt-crack.
GAH! I jumped up and inspected the wispy construct more closely... that looks like...to be honest it looks a little like a one square inch patch of uncooked chicken skin..... Despite the surreality of this thought, I was starting to feel nauseous... Some discussion on IRC, a quick vomit, and a call to a nurse later and everyone seems to agree that it's just a harmless part of healing.
Nevertheless I stayed home today.