Number 159

 Heading Down the TMI Highway

Today's Monday, April 12, 2021. Last Thursday I had the surgery that will allow my inside feelings about myself to match what I look like on the outside. As Alexis might say, "I love this look for me." Unfortunately, I was so focused on whether or not the surgery would actually happen or not, I didn't really spend a whole lot of time thinking about the surgery itself. Specifically, I didn't spend a lot of time considering that my groin was basically going to used as the sample piece from a Ginsu Knife advertisement. How many of you are surprised that I completely underestimated the physical demands  of recovery from major surgery?.... Anyone?.... You there in the back?... No?... Ok, so none of you are surprised. Me neither, to tell you the truth. 

Anyway, that's not really the point of this post. This last week has provided me so much blog fodder, and I can't wait to get started writing about it. One small issue, however, it is by it's very nature, kinda 'graphicky.' Now that's never really slowed my down, but I just thought I'd offer a blanket TMI/NSFW warning for all my upcoming hosptial posts. If these aren't your cup of tea, by alls means click away. But if you're game, so am I. So scroll on down and read about the true subject of this post... Satan's tampon.

Satan's Tampon

One of the last parts of vaginoplasty surgery is the insertion of something the surgery team call - and I can only approximate the name because I forget it as soon as they remind me - a "bulster." In technical terms it's a wad of thick surgical Bounty towel like material ("the quicker picker upper"), and pack as much of that shit (remember, these are technical terms), into my new vagina as they possibly can. In an overall sense, a big reason this is done relates to the main difference between neo/natal vaginas (and I'll get into the differences more later - basically think of self ovens versus the ones that need a little oven cleaner now and again), but for our purposes today the main gist is they want to protect the surgical suture sites. I have been on a perpetual "date" with with this eight inch long, impressively girthed hunk of gauze since last Thursday, (You just gotta know that Dr. Bulster was a man), but it's time for the ball to end. Tomorrow they come and take it out. I can only imagaine the "sccchhhhlllup!" sound it'll make when it's removed. TTFN.