| Short And Semi-Sweet I awoke Wednesday morning with thoughts of heading back to the residence in the early afternoon going through my beleaguered mind. The medications took a toll upon my sanity, and I suppose, kept me from pondering the extent of my surgery. I honestly hadn't put that much thought into how successful the surgery was. I knew for the first time in my life I was sans the last vestiges of my former male existence. It seemed that should have evoked in me some feeling of relief or possibly even some sort of angst. My life was forever different and yet everything appeared to be fairly normal as I went about getting prepared for the limo ride back to the residence. The morning was mostly uneventful as I waited and contemplated spending time on my feet and tender bottom. It was interesting looking down at my groin to see the heavy gauze sewn over my newly formed vagina/vulva with the catheter tube emanating from it, underneath the bandages was a new me. I felt confident that I had done the right thing even though I did not have a burning desire to see the outcome. I would have to wait until Friday for that privilege when Dr. M�nard was scheduled to remove the sutures holding the gauze in place over my groin. I gingerly moved about the room attempting to dress myself and pack up my belongings. We were instructed to bring some loose clothing to wear back to the residence, which proved to be very beneficial. I managed to accomplish my tasks despite the pain and pressure I felt whenever I stood up. How strange it was to have the catheter hanging down my leg with only a little valve on the end that would enable me to relieve my bladder. A whole new set of challenges would be waiting for me once I got back to the residence. The limo driver arrived around 1:00 pm and proceeded to help us with our bags. I remember being escorted to the limo by my favorite nurse. She wanted to know if I was satisfied with my stay at the hospital. I told her that overall I thought the care was good and most of the nurses were attentive. I proceeded to tell her about my least favorite nurse, including using the "B" word to describe her. She laughed at my story and then told me that particular nurse was her sister-in-law! My penchant for sticking my foot in my mouth can never be underestimated. She was a great sport though and continued assisting me to the back seat of the limo. Once I sat down on my rubber donut I realized I had left my valuables in the safe in the room. Somehow I managed to make it back to the room, remember the combination, waddle back to the limo, and park my sore bottom on the seat again. Janet and I headed off to the residence after only 2-1/2 days in the hospital. I walked out of there basically on my own less than two days after I came out of the surgery. To me that was a great accomplishment considering the agony I was in. I was looking forward to getting settled in a new room back at the residence. I thought about my stay in the hospital as we made our way back to Saint-Eustache. The most profound event of my life transpired at the surgery clinic, yet those days would not be the highlight of my stay in Montr�al. Regardless of the trauma I endured there I do have fond memories of my transformation into womanhood. It's nothing short of a miracle for me that the whole thing is even possible to do. I can't imagine what it must have been like to live in an age when all you could do is withstand the fright of having something hang down between your legs that you detest. The wonder of modern medicine today will hopefully be just a fragment of procedures that future transsexuals will benefit from. We arrived back at the residence amidst the brilliance of the sun. How different it was from the snowy trip to the hospital just three days earlier. We exited the limo no worse for wear and proceeded to embark upon the next part of our journey, the recovery and wonder of our newly revamped bodies. Back Next |