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Getting exeedingly nervous!!

Getting exeedingly nervous!!

Its 2 years since my 2nd vagina was  skilfully  constructed and fitted so its time to look back and report  after-thoughts.

But first,,,,,,,,, Did I mention Inow have  new breasts? No I didnt  so well look here!

January 2011

Butterflies or what?

Butterflies or what?

February 2013

One really happy NHS customer!!!!

One really happy NHS customer!!!!

They felt so tight, argh arghhhhhhhh!!
They felt so tight, argh arghhhhhhhh!!

This is straight after surgery.

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!

 

 
 
 
 

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