Bangkok log part 1

Its midnight Bangkok time, the day before my surgery. Today I met with Dr. Pichet (for the first time ever). He comes across as a nice man, and his staff also seems nice.

Bangkok is a very odd place to me. In the short time that I’ve been here I’ve made a few observations; for one driving here is way different from anything I have ever seen. I have only seen one traffic light, and that seemed to make things all the worse. Drivers here pull up to an intersection, and just decide to go through, when they want to, and traffic lines are nothing more then suggestions. The people on motorcycles are even more insane then the car drivers. They use traffic like its a big game of chicken, and at the light they use the lane dividers as a lane in itself.

As for the city itself, I don’t think city planning was ever considered. Commercial, industrial and residential don’t have set zones, its more like, “oh, I think a five star hotel will be perfect here.” It just so happens there is another building below it. No I am not making this up nor am I making up that outside my hotel room window is a small shantytown and one of the shacks is equipped with satellite dishes.

When we arrived at the doctor’s office we came down a narrow alley and all I could think was, “what the hell I’m getting a back alley sex change?” As it is his office is very nice inside, and from everything I can tell it is quite normal for this area. Like I pointed out above, this place is of the “Look there is a square inch of space, quick let’s build something there.”

The time leading up to now I have not been nervous really about the surgery, I think that has been because it has seemed so far off, now that it is just a few hours away I find that I am quite nervous. I mean for fuck sakes I flew half way around the world to have a doctor I’ve never met, only ever exchanging emails with him perform what is the first surgery of my life on me.

I mean this is something I have known I needed to do all my life, and here I am waiting to have it done. I know when everything is all said and done I will be very happy I did this, and that I am truly lucky that I have someone as special as Helen here with me. She has been stoic and caring this whole time, I Love her with all that I am. I find it awe inspiring that she is here with me. For me it is no small thing for her to be here. She is not one to like being around people, and yet she tells me she never thought twice about coming.

Wednesday the 7^th of May, at 4:30am Helen and I were awake (because I woke up at about 1am) about to try to get a few more hours of sleep (after I took a bath). The bath really did a number on me, FYI never take a hot bath if you haven’t eaten in two and a half days. As I was saying, we were laying in bed when (mind you we are in the city) we heard roosters begin to crow yes roosters (plural). We turned and looked at each other, “yup this gets more and more fucked up with each day.” I said to her. “Bet that one will be on someone’s dinner table later,” was her reply.

7:00 am we are both up after getting a little more sleep, getting ready to head to the doctor’s office and my 11:00am surgery. To say I am nervous is such an understatement. I’m doing a really good job of not freaking out, and just being nervous, but truthfully I want to scream and run away. In less then 4 hours I will be anesthetized for my first surgery, and when I wake up so many things will be different, and yet I’ll be the same person (just minus the one part of my body I have hated for so long 30++years).

It is now Thursday, I am at the hospital recovering from surgery. I went to Dr Pichet’s office around 9am, had a shower, then was wheeled into the operating room. To tell you the truth the last thing I remember is the anesthesiologist telling me she was going to gas me ( I don’t recall her even doing it).

The next thing I recall was waking up and seeing my Helen and feeling like shit. Due to my low blood pressure I became dizzy and threw up a few times. I got one piece of pizza down then it came back up a few hours later. After a few hours I was loaded in to an ambulance and taken to the hospital. I will be here for the next three days. Just a note hotdogs are all sorts of wrong the morning after SRS. Helen and I have 300 minutes of Internet time, so we will both be checking our emails when we can (I’ll check mine if I’m awake:P).

The communication gap is difficult, however everyone here in Bangkok has been very nice, unlike in France.

Cheers and I’ll post again in a few days

Darcie

Oh fuck I did it, and yes they did give me my testicles to take home with me (wooot brass balls here I come.)

I can also tell you all this, the surgery doesn’t hurt, but after hurts like fucking hell.

~ by twisteddiva on 8 May, 2008.