I don't think I've ever been this prepared for a trip in my life
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Everyone has been so lovely and supportive since getting out of surgery, I'm so happy that I transitioned, this is the happiest I've ever been!
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boy I sure am glad I got that off my chest !!!!!
(top surgery complete)
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I know I don't post here, like, at all any more- but I wanted to share this milestone I'm finally getting close to accomplishing 💪
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sometimes it's like my brain spins a wheel and that's how it finds something to be anxious about for the surgery. today's choices:
omg what if i can't carry my emotional support purse???? how will i carry all of my emotional support notebooks? and craft project?? what if i can't carry around a protein bar and a full charging cord set????? will i die???????
i have to tell sharon we will be masking even if verity can't come what if she gets upset and (please note that this went exactly how i knew it would -- sharon is threatening a fashion show of masks)
[ ominous sound like an electric car, at various pitches ]
should i request the whole day off when i have my appointment with the doctor? would that be weird?? since it's on the medical campus i work at????
fortunately i can usually distinguish what i should worry about (none of this) and what i should not worry about but man my brain can come up with more things to worry about than a dog has fleas
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u know what. whenever I’m feelin a lil sad. I find my TS scars. and im like fuck yeah everything’s allllllllrightyyy ^v^
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It’s hard to justify spending money on, and it’s a little embarrassing even if it’s fun, but I’m kinda tempted to make an art book of digital art I’ve done. It’d be almost half wizard101 fanart, and a lot of oc stuff. One thing I kinda miss about doing less traditional these days is not really having sketchbooks to flip through. In general if I’m gonna spend money on an art book I’d rather it be someone else’s art book… I have a few because I do enjoy splurging on one every once in a while when I can afford it. but it would scratch some kinda itch to have one of my own too. Somewhere (not sure where I put it) I have one of photography I did, since it was required as a final project for one of my photography classes. But it’d be nice to have one of drawings, since that’s my main thing. Idk
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I have an undefined amount of tasks to do before I travel on the weekend (for top surgery 🎉) and im very stressed. Time to get organized
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I simply cannot believe it
After years and years of crying and hating my own body, I get to finally love it
Tomorrow morning, I will be getting top surgery
I will finally be getting top surgery
It is so completely wild to think that I once sat alone in my room, afraid of everything, scared of what would happen once I finally made my decision
I used to tell myself it was never going to happen, all because my mother told me so
There would be days, weeks, months even where all I did was fantasize about getting top surgery and recovering, and looking in the mirror after a year had gone by and seeing the very person I wanted to be
Words are very limited in how I could describe my joy, I am so full of love and nervousness
This is the most anxiety inducing thing I have ever gone through, I'm so proud of myself for getting to this point where I could finally become me
I'm so happy that this is it, this is happening and I'm ready to blossom into a new canvas
I've never been more ready in my life
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combo of day 3 and 4 post-op journal
this one has a photo in it of my body post-op so viewer discretion is advised. there is no blood, sexual content, or overall frightening imagery but it is "raw" so to speak in that it's actively healing flesh so it'll be under the readmore.
so yesterday (Jan 7th) I got to take a shower for the first time since surgery. this was my first chance to see my chest uncovered and when I tell you I legitimately could not be happier I mean it. my surgeon is apparently a fucking master human sculptor (my primary doc said today that she's typically on task for cis people's cosmetic procedures anyway) and she gave me a body that really, truly looks the way I always knew it should.
look at that. a fucking masterpiece. incisions lovingly shaped under my natural chest wall, nipples realistically placed, it's just organic enough to look symmetrical without actually being so, which is exactly how I wanted it for fear of looking artificial. it's soft, not flat, just like me, and it's mine. it's truly, honestly beautiful to me.
also I got a note that the pathology was normal on the tissue they removed and it confirmed that I lost 3.35 lbs of dysphoric meat. big win for me.
the showering itself was low-key awful though I'll be real with you all. removing the soft dressings from my bolsters and drains (which I was instructed to do I promise) made me all the more aware of them and while the bolsters are 100% numb the sensation of the drains made me almost faint it was so viscerally offensive. I sat in the shower and my wife helped me wash my head, arms, and back for as long as I could handle being out of the compression vest. putting it all back on was fine but then it was like. you know how you pack a suitcase perfectly before a trip and then you can never get all the shit you brought to fit the same way back into the suitcase? it feels kinda like that. ever since I unwrapped everything and re-wrapped it, I am suddenly slightly more aware of it's presence and it sucks ass. the drain outputs keep pinging me with a gnarly little itch of pain and the shower dressings I wore over the bolsters ripped out a bunch of my chest hair and those areas are itchy as fuck now. grrr
for physical activity I tried some of the neck/arm exercises the doc sent me and went with my mom to the grocery, picking up scar care gel for future use.
a friend of my family sent me not one, not ten, but a pack of 24 silly straws as a get well gift. I have aggregated 23 of them into a vase as the world's silliest bouquet and use one to stay hydrated.
today (Jan 8th) I took it very easy, with a small breakfast, a big hefty nap and a virtual appointment with my primary doctor for medication recheck on my hormones. she was very happy to hear about my experience with my surgeon and plans to recommend her to others in the future. big moment: I made myself lunch for the first time since surgery (literally just a banana cut in half with some peanut butter in the middle)! activity was only a short walk around the neighborhood with my dad, both because I was exhausted from poor sleep and because it was cold & windy.
tomorrow is my first post-op appointment with the surgical team and I believe it's the day I get my bolsters off but I could be wrong. we shall see what the future brings😀
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