Yes, it's now only *ONE* damn week until "genital origami" surgery on November 20. And your girl here is freakin' the fuck out!
I've been distracting myself as best I can to keep the scream building in my throat from escaping. (Although, I must say it will be a very femme sounding scream if it does. I mean, why not take the win when you can.)
What have I been doing?
Mostly it's been a blur of racing about trying to get my home prepared for recovery. Which includes turning my storage room into an actual bedroom for the full-time caregiver I hired. Who will only be with me for two weeks after I'm released from the hospital.
And there have been soooo many things to buy! A crate of maxi pads, of course, but new gowns, new underwear, new furniture, protective covers for *old* furniture, ice-filled cold packs, freezer cold packs, pain killers, peri bottles, douche bottles, gauze pads, protective pads, so much goddamn lube, etc.
It's a lot, really.
Then there's learning all those exercises to keep your muscles from atrophying, diaphragmic breathing for relaxing to help pass the pee test, various stretches to prevent cramping without popping your stiches, etc.
And I'm panicked that I'm doing a real shitty job at that learning!
But thank Dog for video games and cringe comfort TV! They've been my refuge for the last few weeks and will likely continue to be that until it's time for the actual surgery.
Also, thank Dog for Mastodon and all of you. I know you'll be here to tell me it's gonna all be okay. And know that I really appreciate that even though I don't always believe it.
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Now it's exactly *TWO* weeks until "genital origami" surgery on November 20. To describe me as anxious and nervous would be an understatement.
But I'm trying my best to get everything prepared and organized before that. While, of course, staying relaxed about it all. Because that is sooo easy. Yeah.