So, so puffy. S, Poppa T’s lady with the nursing background, reminds me that the anesthesia is mostly out of my system at this point, and so now the real discomfort is here. To stay. For at least a few months.
Today has been about napping and focusing on tomorrow, as tomorrow is the last day with drains. The ol’ armpits are getting sore, and the vest feels like there are three or four of me crammed inside it.
I wanted to post a few pics today, and I will add them later to this entry, but the wifi connection I had been stealing disappeared and so I type this at Poppa T’s PC, and my pics are upstairs on my Mac. Shout out to Poppa T for letting me use his computer while he naps before dinner!
K’s sister and husband and little niece came for a visit today and it was so good to see them. We spent some time in the yard where there is a little swing set that baby niece had a good time on, and I put on a real shirt for the first time since surgery.
The family went out to lunch, and I chose to stay home because walking is hard on the ol’ incisions, and car rides are even worse. But really, I was mostly so happy that K got to spend this time with her family (who we see about once a year) and got to connect with little niece who loves the squishy stuff out of her tia K.
I was glad K got a moment away from taking care of her bleeding trans boy and had a good lunch out and a delicious margarita and a moment that didn’t involve holding a cup of water for me while I drank out of a straw. She’s a goddamn saint and I adore her for this. She is taking better care of me than I would if I was doing it myself.
Morale is still pretty good, I am still more sore than in real pain, and I am less than two days away from seeing the chest all this discomfort is worth.
Thanks for reading and don’t forget to be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli