On the fifth day I was finally off of the demerol. Instead, they gave me prescription strength Ibuprophen. It's bad for my kidneys, but I figured since it's only a few days, what the heck. It wasn't even remotely as bad as the demerol was. The nurses were very nice. I've had several. My favorites were Melissa, Anna, Ryan, and Amanda. They're all very nice, and also attractive. I can't complain about that. I do have complaints about other things the food. It was ok, but by far not the greatest. I was also limited to a low residue/low fiber diet. So all the good stuff on the menu was not an option. I was pretty much eating the same things each day. I got so sick of the food that I didn't eat a full three meals a day. I ate maybe two. I just couldn't stomach it. The best part about that is that I wasn't feeling hunger. The anesthesia was still affecting my system so I couldn't feel my stomach.

I'd have to say the most humiliating thing about being in the hospital was using a bedpan. Throughout the week, they would ask us if we were passing gas. That's a good sign I guess. Eventually, on the third or fourth day, the bowel movements finally happened. I was given a stool softener so it would be easier, but still....ugh. Because of the skin graft, I couldn't push. So if it happened, it happened. Just...I never want to have to use one of those again.

I learned in the hospital why doctors tell guys to turn their head and cough during physicals. I had no idea how much of the body was used to cough, sneeze, or laugh until it happened during that week. Sneezing hurt the most. Thankfully it was rare. But still, ouch.

A friend of mine, Miriam, also stopped in for a visit. I met her at a seminar Dr. Schrang gave. She spoke about her SRS experience with him. She's been very nice and has been trying to give me advice on how to make things go smoother. It was nice to have her stop in and say hi.

I waited a few days to look at my new vagina. I had been asked several times if I wanted to see it, but I turned it down because I wanted it to heal a bit first. Finally I took a look and was very surprised at what I saw. It looked nothing like I expected it to. There was this thick black gauze roll towards the top of it that was soaking up a lot. There were stitches and tubes and such everywhere. I wasn't really sure what I was even looking at. It was a bit of a shock. Over time, that would change though. The nurses were telling me that in three months, it would look like I never had anything but a vagina.

Other than that, Friday was pretty dull. There isn't much to do laying in a hospital bed. I just looked forward to Monday, when the catheter would come out.



These two days are a blur. I had several visitors, but I'm not sure which days they came. I'm fairly certain my older sister came on day 3 and my aunt and cousin came on day 4, but I could have that backwards. It was great to see family come and visit. I have such a loving family. My aunt and cousin brought a single red rose in a vase. It was beautiful and bloomed so perfectly. It lasted the whole time I was in the hospital. I also got flowers from Lauren and a gift balloon from Robyn, a friend from college. It was hard to crane my neck around to see them on the table beside my bed, but it was great to know they were there.

Still, there were several days until the catheter came out and I was allowed back on my feet. On day 4, they finally took the IV out. No more liquid demerol for me, but they gave me the pill version. That was actually a lot stronger than the IV. I took that and fell asleep pretty quickly. I didn't like the effects of that drug so much though. I couldn't focus on anything. I had brought a whole ton of books, and I couldn't read worth a damn. I'd read a line, and none of it would actually sink in. I could read it ten times and wouldn't remember it. I eventually gave up on reading. I had also brought a gamecube, but they didn't have a TV that worked with it until after I sent it home. It was also a good thing I didn't have a laptop, because there was no internet access anyway.

Boredom set in pretty quickly. There wasn't much on TV, and I had a direct view of the clock and calendar. My roommate proved to be a huge annoyance too. She arrived on Day 2 and immediately established herself as a bitch by insulting both me and my parents. She also had this attitude like "no one's better than me". She made a point to brag that she drank all of her laxatives. Her surgery happened on my third day in the hospital. There will be more about her later on... Anyway, that was my third and fourth day.



I woke up at about 6:00 am. My parents were there already. The nurses started getting me ready for surgery. It all happened so quickly. I was put on a rolling bed and sent down to the prep room. While I waited, they were asking me if I needed anything. I was a little worried that I had never been asked what size I wanted my boobs to be. I didn't want to wake up with this humungous chest and be angry. So, I made sure I got to talk to Dr. Schrang beforehand. That made me feel much more comfortable. The nurses told me that I wouldn't have had to worry, because he's been doing augmentation for so long that he just has an eye for what looks good.

After a few more minutes, they wheeled me into the OR. From there, they gave me a warm blanket and the anesthesiologist put me under. He was very good at it too. He told me exactly what he was doing. "You're going to feel a cold prick. And now another warm prick. OK, good night." That was it. There wasn't even much bruising afterwards. Very clean job. Then surgery began at about 7:30 am.

I woke up around 1:00 in the afternoon. My parents were there. It was a peaceful time. The most pain I felt was across my chest. The catheter wasn't too bad, but just got annoying. Sometimes it didn't drain on it's own, which required me to mess with it. That can be uncomfortable. Mainly I just couldn't believe I'm post-op. The rest of the day was kind of a haze. They had me on a constant demerol IV. So I was a bit out of it. They gave me a sleeping pill that night as well, not that I needed it with the Demerol. I slept well.



Today I checked into the hospital. Things went pretty smoothly, except that I wasn't exactly sure how the order of events was supposed to go. Turns out it was simpler than I thought. I saw one doctor for the pre-op check. They did an EKG and went through the week on what would happen. After that, my blood tested for HIV and such, which of course was negative. There was no way I could have it. Then I got shown to my room for the next week.

Bowel prep started after I got into my room. I never want to have to do that ever again. I had to drink two disgusting liquids all night. They gave me this gallon of something called GoLYTLE. It was mixed with Crystal Light lemonade. Even with that, it tasted so horrible. Then, they added Magnesium sulfate, which I only had to drink three small doses of. The first one came about an inch away from making me throw up.

After that they gave me a pill for nausea. I was supposed to drink all of the crystal light junk, but only made it about half way through. I just couldn't drink it all. Besides, I was sore from going to the bathroom so much. I don't think I'll ever drink crystal light again. Just....too many bad memories. After that, the nurses had to make sure I was shaven. Then I was given a sleeping pill and some anti-biotics. I was thankful for that since I was so nervous. I never would have fallen asleep on my own. That was it for Day 1.



Tomorrow I leave for the hospital. It should be interesting. Here is my schedule for the week:

Monday Aug 2: Leave for hospital around 1:00 in the afternoon. Get there around 3:00. 3:30 is the pre-surgical consultation. After that I'll probably relax for a little while. Later that night I get to go through bowel prep....not so excited about that.

Tuesday Aug 3: 7:30 am surgery begins. I should be out of the OR by noon. After's pain and recovery.

Wednesday Aug 4 through Tuesday Aug 10: Relax and recover in the hospital. I wont be allowed out of my bed for the majority of that time. I probably wont be able to even roll on my side. On the 10th I'm discharged.

Wednesday Aug 11 and Thursday Aug 12: Staying at the Holiday Inn near the hospital. After that I head to my parents house.

Friday Aug 13 through Aug 31: Recover at parents house

I think it'll go well. I'm not really all that scared. I'm just nervous and excited. I can't believe this is really happening. I dreamed about this at five years old. It's truly a dream come true. Today I went shopping with my mom for some loose fitting clothing to wear during my few days after the surgery is done. It's going to be a painful time, so they want light, loose fitting stuff to wear. I'm sure I'll be leaking, so these clothes are getting their only use this week.

The "Bye Bye Penis" party didn't quite happen as planned. I got a lot of "I'm not sure if I can make it" e-mails. I invited a ton of people, but the day just didn't work out for a ton of my friends. One was in Italy, another got stuck out of state forced to move out of his apartment, another friend was closing on her house in Illinois, most of my friends from school just couldn't get time away from work to drive the three and a half hours to my parents house, etc. I had a few people come and it was still fun. I know without a doubt that the "Hello Kitty" party will be a heck of a lot more fun though. Everyone in my college town wants to come. The friends who couldn't make it due to conflicts told me they will be there. I think there will be a packed house for it.

I have some good ideas for the party too. We want to make paper mache pussy lips to put around the door frame that people enter through. Also, we could hang a camel toe for people to kiss under ;). We could play pin the cooter on the transsexual. I'm sure there's a ton more ideas that can be had with this party too. My friend Annie wants to help me make them. She's an art major and also a lesbian. We went to high school together. She was very excited when I suggested the paper mache labia. It was so cool seeing her, since I haven't in many years. She brought me two dozen roses! I still am a bit surprised at that. They are very pretty. I loved her line she said before she left the party..."It was great to see you now that you've gotten all hot and stuff." I blushed. It was cute. She may visit me in the hospital. That should be cool.

I've learned that when I'm worried or nervous, I dream of storms. For the past three nights there have been thunderstorms and tornadoes in my dreams. I've been waking up a lot and can't sleep very long. It's worth the frustration though. Today I distracted myself by helping my father cut the grass. We had a great dinner too. I figure I can eat how I want tonight since it's all coming out tomorrow anyway. I hope I can sleep tonight.

I haven't heard from Jill since I got home. She may or may not visit. It's ok if she doesn't. I understand her reasons. I hope she knows I'm totally ok with just being friends with her. I sent her an e-mail of my time in the hospital and numbers to find out what room I'm in. I tried to be clear that I'm not pressuring her into anything. I didn't hear, we'll see what happens.

Well, it's really hot in my parents house. I want to go outside and cool off. Everyone please wish me luck on the surgery. I'll write again after I get home on the 11th. Bye everyone.