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Well, You Should Say Something

June 4, 2006 on 8:42 am | In General |

I’ve been sitting here for a few minutes, wondering.  What exactly does someone say when they are about to go into hospital to get their genetalia turned into a stuffed turkey?  Best to start at home, I think.

Since starting my transition, I’ve moved my home from Chicago to Schaumburg to Fairfax to near Lincoln to Eversley to our current home near Bristol.  Couple that with how much I have spent on surgeries, medications, and the like and it’s no wonder that these have been a difficult set of years.  To be honest, I’m actually fairly surprised that I didn’t have more side effects from stress, especially when weren’t certain where we were going to get the money for my surgery.  Moving 5 times in as many years would be enough to keep someone a bit on edge and such, let alone with one of them being international.

And then there was Auntie’s surgery.  I’m in a strange country a couple of weeks and we go to one of the largest cities in the world to a completely crap hospital where the only person I really know for thousands of miles was being shuffled around, bleeding, and generally being poorly looked after by the nursing staff.  Additionally, she had further complications caused by overhealing which weren’t addressed quickly enough.  Even though I’ll be going private, issues with her surgery still frighten me.

Both Auntie and I have had to give up quite a lot to get where we are.  Houses, cars, travel, and all the trappings that might come with a fairly decent income level have been scaled back or reduced completely.  I haven’t seen my family in well over a year and half now and Auntie goes to visit hers sparingly only because they are just a few hours drive away.  But our car is okay and the house does what we need it to.  It’s visiting my family that I miss the most.

My mom and dad, especially, put up with so much from me.  When I was living near them and often over for tea and such, they very patiently put up with me obsessing about transition and its associated plans.  But I’m saving the “thank you” post until after surgery.

We have been eating well recently, shopping at the organic store and using lots of veggies and fruit.  My exercise plan didn’t push off the pounds as quickly or as far as I might have liked, but I am in much better shape than I was when I first saw Mr Thomas.  I have all my meds, including a vat of KY for when we get back.  So, all that’s left to do is pack and “get me to the church on time”.

One last hurdle.  Just one more.