Well I've pretty much put my thoughts together from the trip and the operation, so here goes.
As you may recall, my plans called for me to stay for a couple of days in the Extended Stay hotel which was just a couple of blocks from the hospital.
I had opted to go to DSI which stands for Diversified Specialties Institute. It is a private hospital and from what I could tell specialized primarily in women's issues. Given that there was no price difference, I opted for DSI over Doylestown Hospital. Doylestown hospital is a community hospital and as such my elective surgery could be bumped or postponed by an emergency operation. There was much less chance of that at DSI.
On my last night at the first hotel, I prepped myself for surgery. This consisted of magnesium citrate cocktail in the evening followed by a fleet chaser in the morning.
Between excursions to the bathroom, I repacked my travel bag for the stay at the hospital. I wasn't sure how active I would be so I packed some pajamas and nighties as well as some underwear. I put the rest of the clothes into my big suitcase which would be in the car while I was in the hospital.
As is normal I was to be NPO after midnight, but I was also restricted to a liquid diet for most of the day.
By time the magnesium citrate got done with me I was exhausted anyway and pretty much just fell into bed. It wasn't much after midnight when I fell asleep. I woke up about 05:00 to do the fleet thing and then had to report to the hospital by 06:30.
I checked out of the hotel and put my big suitcase in the car and put my travel bag next to me. I drove the couple of blocks to the hospital. It took me two tries to figure out where I was to check in. The main entrance was still locked, and it wasn't clear that I was to check in at the side ambulance entrance.
I parked the car and went in to the side entrance and was greeted warmly by the attendant on duty. I have to say that the entire staff at DSI was incredibly nice and compassionate.
I was quickly checked in and soon a nurse came to escort me to the changing area.
As I was escorted to the prep area, the nurse asked if I needed to use the washroom. I said yes and she pointed to a one seat toilet.
As I sat down to relieve myself, I realized that that was the last time I would ever IN MY LIFE(!) have to urinate with a hose! The thought was a revelation.
After I finished, I stood and I looked down at my withered penis and felt my empty scrotum for the very last time. I knew that I would never see it like that again. I smiled wistfully, tucked for the very last time, pulled my panties into place, pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and left the toilet.
The nurse showed me to a curtained off area, then gave me a gown and closed the drapes for me to change.
I changed then got on the gurney and covered myself with a sheet.
Through out this whole process my mind is going around and around; "This is it! This is REALLY happening!"
I was calm and excited at the same time. I had no second thoughts or regrets. This last step was finally immanent and I was ready.
I guess it's part of the confirmation of being a transsexual. To have your genitalia radically resected and to be permanently rendered sterile is not only not worrying but comforting.
Over the next hour or so a number of nurses came in and preped me for surgery. I had a heploc IV put in and another set of blood tests taken. We could not proceed with the surgery until the test results were returned even though I had a complete set of blood test done just a few days before coming to the hospital. I found out later that it was a hospital procedure to have their own tests performed.
A little while later, the doctor of anesthesia came in and reviewed my status and talked about what was to go on.
Dr. McGinn came in a little while later and we spoke briefly. She said she would see me soon.
The anesthesiologist gave me a shot and said "This is a shot to relax you and get you ready for the surgey."
I knew what that meant. I kept repeating to myself "Remember! Remember!" I didn't want to just fall asleep in the changing area. A nurse came and wheeled me down the hall. I was starting to feel a little woozy. I was wheeled into the operating room. I saw the lamps and operating table where I would be spending the next five hours or so. There were people setting things up for the procedure
Then...
***LIGHTS OUT***
As you may recall, my plans called for me to stay for a couple of days in the Extended Stay hotel which was just a couple of blocks from the hospital.
I had opted to go to DSI which stands for Diversified Specialties Institute. It is a private hospital and from what I could tell specialized primarily in women's issues. Given that there was no price difference, I opted for DSI over Doylestown Hospital. Doylestown hospital is a community hospital and as such my elective surgery could be bumped or postponed by an emergency operation. There was much less chance of that at DSI.
On my last night at the first hotel, I prepped myself for surgery. This consisted of magnesium citrate cocktail in the evening followed by a fleet chaser in the morning.
Between excursions to the bathroom, I repacked my travel bag for the stay at the hospital. I wasn't sure how active I would be so I packed some pajamas and nighties as well as some underwear. I put the rest of the clothes into my big suitcase which would be in the car while I was in the hospital.
As is normal I was to be NPO after midnight, but I was also restricted to a liquid diet for most of the day.
By time the magnesium citrate got done with me I was exhausted anyway and pretty much just fell into bed. It wasn't much after midnight when I fell asleep. I woke up about 05:00 to do the fleet thing and then had to report to the hospital by 06:30.
I checked out of the hotel and put my big suitcase in the car and put my travel bag next to me. I drove the couple of blocks to the hospital. It took me two tries to figure out where I was to check in. The main entrance was still locked, and it wasn't clear that I was to check in at the side ambulance entrance.
I parked the car and went in to the side entrance and was greeted warmly by the attendant on duty. I have to say that the entire staff at DSI was incredibly nice and compassionate.
I was quickly checked in and soon a nurse came to escort me to the changing area.
As I was escorted to the prep area, the nurse asked if I needed to use the washroom. I said yes and she pointed to a one seat toilet.
As I sat down to relieve myself, I realized that that was the last time I would ever IN MY LIFE(!) have to urinate with a hose! The thought was a revelation.
After I finished, I stood and I looked down at my withered penis and felt my empty scrotum for the very last time. I knew that I would never see it like that again. I smiled wistfully, tucked for the very last time, pulled my panties into place, pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and left the toilet.
The nurse showed me to a curtained off area, then gave me a gown and closed the drapes for me to change.
I changed then got on the gurney and covered myself with a sheet.
Through out this whole process my mind is going around and around; "This is it! This is REALLY happening!"
I was calm and excited at the same time. I had no second thoughts or regrets. This last step was finally immanent and I was ready.
I guess it's part of the confirmation of being a transsexual. To have your genitalia radically resected and to be permanently rendered sterile is not only not worrying but comforting.
Over the next hour or so a number of nurses came in and preped me for surgery. I had a heploc IV put in and another set of blood tests taken. We could not proceed with the surgery until the test results were returned even though I had a complete set of blood test done just a few days before coming to the hospital. I found out later that it was a hospital procedure to have their own tests performed.
A little while later, the doctor of anesthesia came in and reviewed my status and talked about what was to go on.
Dr. McGinn came in a little while later and we spoke briefly. She said she would see me soon.
The anesthesiologist gave me a shot and said "This is a shot to relax you and get you ready for the surgey."
I knew what that meant. I kept repeating to myself "Remember! Remember!" I didn't want to just fall asleep in the changing area. A nurse came and wheeled me down the hall. I was starting to feel a little woozy. I was wheeled into the operating room. I saw the lamps and operating table where I would be spending the next five hours or so. There were people setting things up for the procedure
Then...
***LIGHTS OUT***
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