Bangkok Log part 7
After getting out of the hospital last week I have been going to see the doctor on Monday Wednesday and Friday. On Friday he started me on dilation, and it went better then I had hoped. I continued dilation over the weekend without any problems. It never hurt, stung or caused me discomfort.
Monday when I returned for my check-up they increased the size of the dilator on me, it still did not cause any discomfort. When the doctor came in to look me over he informed me he was not happy with the fact an area on my labia minora while healed had remained a different colour (red, two different shades of red actually.) I had noticed this earlier, but it didn’t bother me, it was sort of nice having some part of my skin having some colour other then pale as hell. Besides I saw it as a birthmark of sorts, that and there are only two people that will ever see it; me and Helen, and neither of us were bothered by it. He told me he was going to do a skin graft that same day after 1:30pm as he didn’t like the look. Being an artist i can understand his mentality. It is his name on the work and he has his thoughts on what it should be, and he wants the best possible results.
So at 1:30pm I was back in the operating-room, by 2:00pm I was out cold, and by 3:00pm I was waking up in the recovery-room. I felt dizzy and disoriented but not like the last time. I managed to eat dinner without throwing up this time as well.
Last night I saw the area after the graft, its swollen again, but pale, like the rest of me. I find I’m sore and having difficulty walking again, I got knocked back a few days on the mobility and stamina I had been developing, but with a bit of luck I can make up the lost ground soon.
Hell of a way to celibate my 26 month anniversary with Helen. Laying in bed sore, drained and feeling like I’m going to toss my cookies after getting my muff modified.
I’ve been off dilation since the graft, and I’m not sure how long before I start again. In the end, as long as everything heals and looks good, depth was not my driving factor (though it is nice to know that I have something on the order of 5” to 5.5”.)
Tomorrow I go back to see the doctor once again, he’ll take a look at the graft, decide if I can return to dilation or not. The return flight is going to be a joy, nothing says whore like a pink silk handbag with 4 dildos, 4 boxes of condoms, a couple tubes of lube and hand sanitizer.
Well I should try and get some sleep, I have to be up tomorrow to get to the doctor’s by 8:30am. Four times we have taken a taxi from our hostel to his clinic, four different drivers, four different routes we have taken, and four different prices. I wonder if tomorrow will be a fifth. Only one way to find out.
Cheers all
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