Day Three Post-Op, or: How Many of Me Are in This Vest?

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.

Puffy Ol’ Eli

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.

What a handsome beast. A handsome, puffy beast.

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

Oh Yeah, I Picked Up My Suit!

I can’t believe I was so busy feeling weird and shitty and mad last week that I forgot to post about picking up my suit on Friday with G!

It was a quick trip, we just popped in, G tried his jacket on, which he looked great in and the sleeves fit much better this time around.  Then I tried on my suit.  I felt like a big boy, standing in front of the mirror, checking the feel of the alterations, looking at myself with my dress shirt and shoes on with the jacket and pants.  It felt pretty damn good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here is a detail of the sleeve which by the beard of Zeus, is just the right length and didn’t need to be tailored:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A closer look at the pants, and the shoes I am wearing with them, some oxford cognac jobs:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Overall, this first suit buying experience couldn’t have gone better.  All I need is a skinny coral tie (which coordinates with K’s jewelry choice).  Sweet: nice suit, good shoes, black suspenders not pictured.  I’m on my way.  These photos were taken on our side porch, where there is beautiful light in the late afternoon, but please excuse the creepy “we keep kidnapped children here” vibe of the dirty grey floor and unfinished wood in the background.

Be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli