Last night I had the best night’s sleep that I’ve had in months and months! I was disturbed twice by my husband, who was confused over the time difference! Even the loudest rain that I’ve ever heard couldn’t keep me awake.
I only had a couple of erections last night, which probably contributed to the decent sleep. I think it’s too soon for my testosterone to be depleted, so I’m not worried yet.
Breakfast was a lovely creamy porridge, but it was a bit difficult to get down. I think the antibiotics might be giving me indigestion. I suppose that’s not bad going, considering all I’ve been through physically.
I’m finding that I’m more confident naked now, even with the enormous bandage on. The bandage isn’t really uncomfortable, just bulky. And I have zero pain. My blood pressure has been high (154/111) just now – normally I’m around 120/80), it’s not being helped by my husband being in some kind of crisis and me being so far away. I’m feeling a little dizzy and sweaty with the stress of it. I’m due to have a massage today – I think I really need it. I may also talk to the nurse about this fuzzy feeling I’ve got at the moment.
Weeing is a little awkward still, but I’m getting the hang of it and I can drain my bladder ok. My bowels aren’t as regular as usual though, again that might be down to the antibiotics. However, this morning I did manage to go, but the bandages were quite tight around my buttocks effectively sticking my bum cheeks together, so it wasn’t the most pleasant experience. I had to get the nurse up to change my bandages again – nice! So I slept like a baby, and now have had my nappy changed!
Marla came to see me. At first I didn’t realise who she was, as I’d only spoken to her briefly when organising my telephone consultation with Dr Aguilar, otherwise all communication has been via email. She’s a very elegant and statuesque lady! I didn’t realise that this whole business is her baby and that she has such a deep passion for the trans and eunuch community. She was generous with her time and clearly cares very much for her customers. She listened to my story and seemed to understand – she came across as totally non-judgemental. I told her that her business saves lives. She’s looking to expand the business and grow the trans/eunuch side, including increasing the overseas awareness. In Mexico, she’s actually known as an ally and an advocate for the trans and eunuch community. Tomorrow she is bringing me churros!
There is some concern over my continuously elevated blood pressure; I don’t know what it is a problem at the moment, well, maybe I do: as I write earlier my husband is struggling to cope with my operation, I am over here and cannot help. I’ve been getting a little dizzy and unsteady today. I’ve had some treatment to try to calm me down (a massage with Aurelia – very relaxing), which seems to have worked. I do not know what is happening with my husband, but I’ve done all I can from here.
Dr Aguliar has come to check on me. He removed the bulky padding (I swore as the tape was pulled away), then we could all take a look. It is still very swollen and a little numb, and there is quite a bit of bruising over the entire area from my abdomen all the way to my butthole.
He’s very pleased with the work, as am I. It’s really good to see what it’s like down there and I am really excited to watch it heal.
When he finished, he put a fairly minimal dressing on to protect the stitches. So I can sit and move more comfortably now. It feels good to be lighter down there, after all, I was finding my biological bulk dysphorically unpleasant. At least I know that all the swelling and bandages are only temporary.
I am lighter down below and healing well, but I know that I could not endure an eleven hour flight yet.
There was an additional prescription required; some special scar ointment. $50 a pot. That’s now nearly $100 extra in prescriptions that I wasn’t expecting. I’m fine with this, but I’m noting it here for anyone else who might need to know.
My husband has been struggling still; he is angry and hurt over quite a few things and I believe has entered a PTSD crisis. I’m 8 timezones away trying to organise support from the mental health team in the UK and getting nowhere. I’ve been on the phone to him for two and half hours total so far today and I’m exhausted and powerless.
At the end of a slightly stressful day, my favourite meal so far is served up by Guillermo – tuna tartare marinaded in soy sauce with a yummy sweet dressing. The food here is good – if you love healthy!
To finish: I am still the only eunuch I’ve ever met!
Eunuchorn 
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