9' multicolored statue at Riverside

Controversial statue for a contraversial special place.

 
Well, I had an operation booked for last wednesday. A colonavaginaplasty to be so very proper correct! Two hours before leaving home with my cases packed I gets a voice mail call. A message for Angella~Dee, “please do not turn up for your 4pm appointment at Charring Cross Hospital, your appointment has been cancelled”. Bloody Hell,  ‘Dont they know who I think I am’? I had this operation appointment given to me 5 months ago, everything in my whole life pointed at this day. Time zone ZERO.2!          Nothing exsisted beyond this date, I would be in another  unknown time zone with new unlimited dreams, ambitions and goals. As you can see, I put rather a lot of importance on this op. My first neo~vagina rejected me a year ago with ostallosis? So Mr Bellringer (yes thats his real name) my plastic surgeon offered me a colonovaginaplasty, an upgrade, a rebore, a self lubricating delux model!       Another appointment wasnt offered last week so I was sweating bad. I mean 6 weeks without HRT I found it hard to control my  body temperature and Wow could I be sharp with people. Dont mess with Angella~Dee when she isnt on those damned whoremones, she is so proper trouble!                                                                                                   I never saw myself as a control freak but having no appointment and an empty diary left me in somewhat of a dilemma.  What am I supposed to do in No~Mans land, or should I say’No~Womans land!                          Well, on Teusday I went to visit my friend who had just had the same operation that I was to have, lucky girl, at Charring Cross.

Were these peeps a couple o drunks?

 I was strolling through the graveyard at the back and I was wrighting  a congratulation card for her when I got another phone message. “Please cal this no, NOW”. Butterflies or what? “We have an appointment for you in 3 weeks, is that OK?”    You bet it was so Ok, I felt like a weight had just been proper lifted off my shoulders. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Whoopee, I was so very sky high, I was floating in hyperspace. I walked into Charring Cross to see Jael with the biggest smile on my face I have ever had, Phew, sweat, Arghhhhhhhh!     

Jael was real dozzy, but I soon bought her round with some good chit chat. Cant wait to see her again soon. We love you Jael, get better soon x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x                

     It’s 2am, 19th Aug 2010, and I actually cant believe that I am  here in my very own ‘Joan collins’ suite here at Charing Cross Hospital sex change factory. I made it, without getting that dreaded call. “message for Angella~Dee”  Argh, no, dont evan go there! 

Sex Change Factory

Sex Change Factory

      I got here at around 5ish with Pete. We were a little late so Mr Bellringer, who had just called in to say hello, had just left. We sat in the day room while I waited for a bed. Luckilly the wards were full and a private room was being vacated. So we waited. A space did become available on a ward but I said I would wait as I am noisy and I need space to spread out.                         So here I am, anti~embolism socks on, jabbed up with blood thinners, TV on, phone plugged into laptop, nighty on and sunglasses not!

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