Firstly, I had the eunuchorn this morning! I love waking up with wood, and my cock feels so wonderful now. I thought the universe would like to know that. I really feel like I want to cum so much! But I must be a good boy and not play with my new toy until it’s all nicely healed up.
The only real discomfort I feel is when the glue from the plasters sticks to my skin and clothes, making things tacky. Getting the plasters off is difficult as it pulls at my skin and hair. It cannot be rushed for fear of tearing the stitches (so no ripping it off quickly).
After lunch, I asked the peeps at the centre if I could go for a walk to the park, which I spoke very nicely in Spanish. The park looked to be only 20 minutes away. Much confusion ensued as they tried to explain to me that the park was a private garden only open to members. Sad times.
Instead I took a walk to the river. I’d seen it a couple of times. It’s of interest to an Englisher simply because I’ve never seen a river quite like it before. It’s basically just a giant storm drain, and judging by the rains I’ve witnessed since being here, it’s structure did make sense. It’s a tragically ugly thing, with brown running water, but at least it was somewhere outside the recovery centre.
I bought a latte and a bit of cheese cake in a café on the way back. The cheese cake was to die for! Hmm! I’ve only eaten healthily in the centre with only a tiny piece of chocolate with my fruit occasionally – that cheese cake was devine!
Sadly, tonight is Guillermo’s (the chef) night off, so tea was a sandwich. It was a nice sandwich, but I’m still hungry. I think I’m going to go all Oliver: please sir, I want some more.
I think I’m paying for my walk though – for the first time I am feeling a degree of discomfort in my groin. I don’t think that bodes well for my journey home.
I am recovering very well indeed, I love the recovery centre, the staff are wonderful, I have really enjoyed the food. I was hoping that if I recovered well, that I might do some more exploring this little corner of Mexico I find myself in.
However, my husband is ill and the mental health people do not have the capacity for a house visit. He has turned his phone off, or it has run out of charge, so neither I nor the crisis team are able to contact him. The crisis team are trying to organise a medic to check on him.
I am well enough to travel now, it’s going to cost £1780 to return home; I should be back in Southampton by Monday evening. That’s the soonest that I can arrange transfers and a flight for.
Do be aware that if you fly into San Diego, that there are transfers and medical passes that need to be be arranged and paid for separately. It worked out about £220.
I’d also recommend making sure that you keep records of all the funds you transfer, when, and to whom. The exchange rates make things confusing, also since if you wire your payments for the recovery centre to Dr Aguliar, they will need to be separately transferred by him to the recovery centre, which I think is a bit of a fuss for him.
I want to say a massive thank you to the recovery centre team, to Marla (who arranged everything), Irma, Lily, Guillermo (for his amazing food), the night nurses, especially cool Alex and the wondeful smiling Maseus, and Felipe for ferrying me around, and Marcia (the manager). Together they run an amazing facility, where I have felt accepted and cared for. It is with very deep sadness that I must leave them and Mexico.
I know I must return to Mexico someday, because there will always be a part of me here.
And finally, I am still the only eunuch I’ve ever met!
Eunuchorn 
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