Surgery Day

Well, here it is, the first day after surgery. But in this post, let me do some recapping.

The Day of Surgery*

Yesterday I got to Medalie’s office at 12.30 p.m. for a 1.30 surgery start time.  I checked in and my party (K and her dad) and I sat in the waiting room area for about 15 minutes before somebody came over and called my name.   Turns out it was the pre-pre-check in.  A woman asked me my name, my preferred name, and my date of birth.  She then took my blood pressure and temperature, and asked me a lot of “have you have anything to drink today?  What medications are you on? Etc., etc.”  She gave me the rundown of the pre-surgery timeline:

-I would go back out to the waiting room,

-where I would then wait to be called back to be outfitted with my gown and IV, then

-K would be called back as well to wait with me while I was introduced to my surgical nurse, the anesthesia team, and where Dr. Medalie would then come and make his marks.  After that

-I would be wheeled into surgery and K would be escorted back to the waiting room.

I was told Medalie’s team was running about 15 minutes late, and that anything inside an hour of the surgical time was considered “on-time.”  I was okay with that, as I saw no reason to get pissy and rile myself up the day of my surgery over matters I had no control over.  So I went back out to the waiting room and gave K and her poppa the rundown.**

In the waiting room…waiting.  (Big shirt pictured is for me and post-surgical vest, please know I don’t normally wear oversized polyester jobs as seen here.)

We waited for about an hour or so (Medalie’s surgical waiting room is very pleasant, lots of space and there are t.v.s in one area if you are so inclined, but there is also plenty of room to sit in quiet areas, and there are lots of high ceilings and natural light so it’s not such a terrible experience to spend an hour or so waiting in this space), then I was called back for my gown and IV and markings by Medalie.

The nursing staff was friendly and knowledgable and patient.  I was very comfortable, and just as I was about to get my IV, Medalie came in ready to mark me up.  So the nurse stepped out and he got to a-drawin’.  I am surprised anyone could use those marks as a map for anything, but it seemed to make a lot of sense to him.

CAUTION: PRE-SURGICAL TIT SHOT BELOW.  IF YOU ARE A PRUDE OR A MALE HOMOSEXUAL WHO IS NAUSEATED BY FEMALE BREASTS, AVERT YOUR EYES:

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OK, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:

What Medalie could tell from all this swirly business, who knows–

Then the anesthesiologist came in, and she was very kind and smiley, and assured me I wouldn’t remember a goddamn thing.  Her partner in knocking me the fuck out, another anesthesiologist, came in shortly thereafter and gave me some nausea medication in my IV.  Then, my awesome tattooed dyke surgical nurse came in and I was totally reassured.  She looked competent and tough and I knew if for some reason Medalie became incapacitated, she would just take over and finish the surgery herself. She slipped some sweet relaxing meds into my IV, but just before took this pic of me and K:

Are hairnets still in?

It wasn’t long after K and I had some making out time that the anesthesiologist came back and told me it was time to get this show on the road.  I was wheeled down the hall and into the surgical room, where I saw more instruments than I should have, then I slid my body onto the surgical table, and was asked to breath deeply into the mask.  I kept breathing shallowly because I was drugged the fuck up already and just wanted to take a quick nap before surgery.  So I heard, “Eli, breath deeply” a few more times, then I was out.

When I woke up I was in a recovery area and in no pain.  My throat didn’t even hurt.  K says I was back there for probably 45 mins. to an hour before I woke up and the staff led her back to me.  After surgery Medalie went out to the waiting room and told K and her dad that surgery went fine (and in fact only took about an hour and a half, rather than the two that were scheduled) and went through a few details of post-op care.  He used male pronouns when referring to me, which pleased me immensely, as he and I never discussed the pronoun issue.  But he sees enough dudes like me, so he guessed right. 😉

The one foul-up of the whole ordeal was with the nurse who ushered me out of the hospital.  She was giving me anti-nasuea medication through my IV and didn’t notice there was still some of the anesthesia in the line.  So I got super sleepy again while she was trying to wake me up.  She kept asking me”are you okay?” in this rushed voice, and if she hadn’t drugged me, I would have said, “No bitch, you just drugged me and I’m going to take another nap, shit.”

But really, I was fine (enough)***, just extra out of it, so they poured me into a wheelchair and the nurse rolled me out with K along side me to meet her dad waiting in his car out front.  I don’t remember getting in the car or getting to the house.  I do remember walking up the stairs inside the house and taking them one at a time, looking at them as I went up to the bedroom.  And I remember lots and lots and lots of well wishes: K texted and called the people closest to me, my mom and sister and a handful of friends, and I am so thankful for all your support and kind words.

Anesthesia-hammered and talking to mom on my cell

I spent the rest of the night sleeping and waking up for water and ginger ale, and after a few hours of that I woke up enough for some saltines and veggie broth in order to take some Vicodin, which went down easy and stayed down.  I also took a preventative laxative (narcotics cause constipation).  I slept through the night until the alarm went off four hours later for my next Vicodin, then four hours after that, etc.

When I woke up this morning, I was sore, but not in too much pain–really the spots that hurt the worse are the drain sites that come out from under my arms, basically in my armpits.  But overall, I am in good shape.

Next post?  Day one post-op!

Be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli

*As well as I can recall it after consuming some pretty serious anesthesia and Vicodin for the last 24 hours.

**A special thanks to K’s dad here, who has been nothing short of a superstar supportive dad, who has pre-purchased a husband pillow and thermometer, who brought the most recent issue of Sports Illustrated to the hospital because there was an article in it about transgendered athletes, and who has called me by Eli, not screwing up once or reverting to my birth name, who has taken an active interest in my life and who has asked his daughter what this transgendered business is about, and what the deal is with why I have chosen this surgery and what I am going through, and who has never once gotten shitty or judgmental about it.  Thanks Poppa T.

***As I recount this, K reminds me, “of all the things that could have gone wrong yesterday, I’m sure glad this was the only screw-up.”

40 thoughts on “Surgery Day

  1. HURRAY!!!!!!!!!! You look great, even before the surgery 😉
    If selling ta-ta’s were allowed, you could of probably made some cash on that pair…
    I’m expecting that over-sized shirt to be burnt in the near future.
    We’re having drinks in your honour tonight!
    To ELI!!!!!!!!!!!
    xxx
    Edouard & Mike

    • Oh Edouard!

      You have no idea how happy it makes me to know there are gay men in Europe somewhere drinking to my top surgery. I feel, well, to be honest, honored.

      And thanks for the compliment! 😉

      And lastly, of course that disgusting polyester job will be destroyed as soon as possible. Although K points out burning it in effigy might give us cancer from the toxic fumes it would surely put out into the world, and God knows James Dean doesn’t need toxic polyester fumes wafting his way.

      -Eli

    • Tam,

      Thanks for all your support all along this path–I think I might be calling you this weekend for some reassurance in regards to all the aches and pains–this is normal, right? 😉

      • So sore. And puffy. And thanks! 😉

        And now I completely see why you decided not to wear the vest for more than the first week, ugh.

      • Yes, but I had my surgery over a holiday and got to spend a whole 8 days in the dang thang drains and all so I was pretty much over it. As far as I can tell, no ill effects came of my obstinate nature. 🙂

      • You old trailblazer! I think I will feel a lot better once the drains are out, a lot more willing to put up with the vest.

  2. Woohoo!!!! Rocked that sugery like a champ! The play by play was great. Easy does it on the rehab! Very happy for you Eli!

    • Thanks Bry, I think Medalie rocked the surgery more than I did, but I sure did a good job of staying knocked out and not moving! 😉

  3. Great to hear it went smoothly. You two make a good lookin’ couple!! Hey, Poppa T sounds like an awesome guy. What a great support team you’ve got, and so great to have another good man around to see you through. Take care, don’t push yourself to heal, it will take time and rest. Thanks for the update!

    • Thanks for the compliment Louise, but it’s hard not to look good standing next to K–she’s so hot she makes me hotter standing next to her. 😉

      And yes, her dad is such a good guy, and I am so glad to have him in my life.

      I think I overdid things yesterday a bit, but today will be all about resting!

      -E

  4. So great to hear you’re doing well and have such awesome support in your life. Poppa T sounds like an amazing person. You are truly blessed with him and K in your life 🙂 Thank you for sharing even a small piece of that blessing with us.

    • Thomas,

      Yes, I am very lucky to have such good support in my life–I can’t imagine trying to do the things I am doing without them–even just lifting this computer onto my lap would be a huge problem without them around!

      -Eli

  5. Of all your readers, I guess I’m the closest thing to the prude homosexual male who is nauseated by breasts! But the sharpie tattoo made it a tad more palatable. Anyway, this is all a build up for what is yet to come – the big reveal!

    Sounds like everything went pretty smoothly (much better than my first day, at the very least you were asleep rather than throwing up like a hobo at midnight as the hospital was shutting down and kicking you out).

    Now rest up and gawk at your chest for a week or so. (Also, I remember craving cranberry juice a lot. Remember: liquids, laxatives, and narcotics).

    Ahh I feel so happy for you!

    • YOU WERE WARNED!!!! 😉 But I’m glad you enjoyed the tattoo.

      And “hobo at midnight” made me laugh probably harder than I should be laughing at this point, but I was so pleased to read it anyway.

      and the L-L-Narcs diet is all I have been doing, along with returning to normal meals and resting, so I think I will be just fine. But thanks for your support all along, Maddox, you have been here since the beginning, so truly, thank you so much for your encouragement and advice.

      -Eli

  6. Whoa – excellent post, my friend! I’ve already got some catching up to do, as I see there are already two more posts after this one to read, so I’ll get right onto that, but congratulations again!

    I’m glad it went so brilliantly, and (of course) huzzah for support systems and Sharpie tattoos… 🙂

    -JC

  7. a) YAY! Mazel tov.
    b) You and K are freaking adorable, fyi.
    c) K’s dad sounds awesome. Leo’s mother is similarly awesome (as is mine, at least regarding gender stuff), and that makes me feel all warm
    d) Keep on feeling better!

  8. Congrats! And I’m so glad you put in a pre-op photo of your breasts. I always wonder about the before bit as well as the after bit. It gives me a bit more concrete idea of the drastic change that follow my top surgery one of these days. (Though the change will be more drastic for me as my chest is considerably bigger than yours.) So thank you for posting the photo! (I think I’ll do the same when the time comes.)

    • Yeah, I went bad and forth about posting the before pic, but as you said, I also wished while doing my research that there were more before pics out there to help give me estimations on what results might be attainable for me.

      And besides, what’s to be embarrassed about? That’s not what my chest looks like anymore. I mean, if that’s still what my chest looks like, Medalie will have some refunding and some explaining to do… 😉

      -Eli

  9. Wow, so very exciting. I can’t wait until the day I can post about this for myself. Thank you for sharing how that day went for you… And you have an awesome support system there.. wow..

    • Yeah, I do have great support. And I would like to chalk it up to luck, but I know that’s not entirely true.

      We don’t give ourselves enough credit for being ourselves: I have great people in my life because I care for them, and myself, and respect them, and myself.

      And I’m really lucky. 🙂

      -Eli

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