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Welp, it’s done. I’ve had facial feminization surgery, and now I’m busy with recovery: sleeping a whole lot, walking some, drinking my meals, and popping pills on schedule. My head looks like it belongs on a mummy who lost a fight. I haven’t been at my sharpest, of course, but I can remember a few things.
For starters my ride to and from surgery was a Rolls Royce. Believe it or not, that’s a medically sound choice because there is no smoother ride. At my request, the team put “I Wanna Be Sedated” by the Ramones on the OR sound system shortly before knocking me out. The Sculptor wore a sharp dark suit.
I came to about 5 hours later in a recovery room, and I spent the night going on assisted walks every two hours and drinking water and juice. The no-narcotics pain management worked fine, and continued to work after discharge the next day.
And speaking of those pills etc., the bag I picked them up in was the size of a burger order for a whole family. Dancer was invaluable for keeping me on schedule, escorting me to the hotel gym for walkies.
I’m supposed to sleep with my trunk elevated 45 degrees with no neck flexion. That’s fine in the surgery center with their fancy beds and 2-hour sleep stages. But neither Dancer nor I could really make that work in a hotel room all night: my back complained. I’ve been sleeping about half as elevated as I should, but at least I’ve been sleeping.
The first post-operative poop late this morning was epic. How fortunate that Dancer had just left.
I’m still a little light-headed, and I’ve gotten my meds off schedule a couple of times, but the swelling is gone from my hands and I’m on track to walk for two hours today. Go me.
For starters my ride to and from surgery was a Rolls Royce. Believe it or not, that’s a medically sound choice because there is no smoother ride. At my request, the team put “I Wanna Be Sedated” by the Ramones on the OR sound system shortly before knocking me out. The Sculptor wore a sharp dark suit.
I came to about 5 hours later in a recovery room, and I spent the night going on assisted walks every two hours and drinking water and juice. The no-narcotics pain management worked fine, and continued to work after discharge the next day.
And speaking of those pills etc., the bag I picked them up in was the size of a burger order for a whole family. Dancer was invaluable for keeping me on schedule, escorting me to the hotel gym for walkies.
I’m supposed to sleep with my trunk elevated 45 degrees with no neck flexion. That’s fine in the surgery center with their fancy beds and 2-hour sleep stages. But neither Dancer nor I could really make that work in a hotel room all night: my back complained. I’ve been sleeping about half as elevated as I should, but at least I’ve been sleeping.
The first post-operative poop late this morning was epic. How fortunate that Dancer had just left.
I’m still a little light-headed, and I’ve gotten my meds off schedule a couple of times, but the swelling is gone from my hands and I’m on track to walk for two hours today. Go me.
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