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Recovery after Surgery

 Its 3 months since my last transsexual operation(colonavaginaplasty), and I am just now starting to feel back on top form. There have been times where I thought I had better not write about what happened to me after the operation as people could use the information to belittle my surgeon!  I don’t like sensationalism and I wont promote it. It’s just a known fact that complex surgery can and often does have weird side effects. If you don’t believe this, don’t have surgery!                                                                   Let me set the sceen.I was in a single cell, I mean room, for a whole week and I had hardly any contact with other transsexual patients. I had plenty of visitors and I had my computer and a Tv to help pass the time.                                                                                  This operation isn’t to be taken lightly. It is seriously invasive.                                      The surgeon has to go inside you to get the parts to make the neo~vagina. He took out the useless appendix while in there and removed parts of my small intestine. He used the small intestine to reconstruct me a usable vagina. How so very clever!

You are supposed to wait a week and then the surgeon and his nurse will come and remove the packaging from inside. However, the night before they came I decided to take a shower. Stupid me!             I got out of bed to switch channels on the Tv  when I felt a little uncomfortable down below. I pulled down my knickers to have a look. What happened next was like a clip from a horror movie………..The packaging slipped out followed by loads of blood and fluids and splattered all around the floor and all over my legs and feet!  I pressed the panick button. It looked like I had had a baby!  luckily the night nurse was well up with the procedure and he got the room cleared up and bought me a couple of dilators to get on with my first dilation.                              Panic over I inserted my new dilators with ease and I felt real pleased with myself and my surgeon for what seemed like a text-book success!              Little did I know what was to come!

 

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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!

I have been wandering around aimlessly   feeling like I dont know what to do with myself. I slept well for 8-9 hours and started the day in my usual way by reading emails and catching up on on my friends news on facebook. I noticed that there was nothing in the events calendar for this weekend to do so I went surfing around trying to find something to do this weekend. NOTHING. Everyone is at Glastonbury festival, evan BBC 6music is broadcasting all week from there! So I had my bath and cooked my breakfast in my oven. I decided that I was going to go to the  TGLB  NA meeting Covent Garden and then try and get a client  to read their cards. So I decided to use one of my photoes and add  the  word   “Tarot” over the top. It took me all afternoon. More RSI’s, a grumpy face, and the outcome was  rubish.  I realised I had wasted hours on doing something that I could have done in minutes with a piece of card and some chalks. Usually I make my sign on my pitch and it helps draw interest to what I am about to do which is read cards. I felt rather stupid as now I had to rush to get ready and I was running late.                                                                                                                                     I eneded up going to my local AA group instead. While I was there my mood started to wane and I lost all interest in trying to find a pitch. I wanted to go for coffeee after the meeting but nobody else was up for it. I phoned Pete, he was up for a coffee. We decided to go to ‘The Foundry’ instead but I soon lost interest in that idea too as it is now closed and is only a squat now.                                              Sat  in  his kitchen it suddenly hit me. I am not taking my EASTROGEN anymore as I have a major operation coming up. I have to stop 6 weeks before the op as the horemones can cause blood clots. This is why I feel so aimless, pathetic,listless and empty. Suddenly I was smilling as everything now is fitting into place. Two days ago I was so wanting something to happen I was surfing for Easyjet and enquiring for price of hire cars. I thought I could get a short holliday in before my op on 21st July. I thought I was going mad!!                  Reality check; I have just finished Uni, Harley my beautifull dog has just died, I have major surgery coming up(clonovaginaplasty) and its my summer holidays.

I must chill out,relax and stay calm. My dinner is in the oven, I have some TV to catch up on with demand and all is actually fine; Stop panicking Angella~Dee and take a deep deep deep breath! x x x x x Namyohorengekyoxxxxxxxxxx