i am so over this whole surgery thing.
you know, at first it was kind of exciting - not the having surgery part, but the part where i got to get rid of something i knew didn't belong or got to have something made where it should have always been. but the hematomas, urine dribbing, pain, constipation and vomiting from anesthesia and pain meds, the list goes on...i'm all set with those.
i am so over this whole surgery thing.
this isn't a post about how annoying or sad or unfortunate it is that i wasn't born in the body i see fit for me. because i don't feel that way. i'm proud of who i am, where i've come from, and in some weird way the things i've accomplished. no, rather the
the way in which i have accomplished them is what i am proud of, not the actual milestones themselves. it's hard to be "proud" of something that i am so fortunate, so privileged (both financially and emotionally) to have had the opportunity to pursue while some others cannot. but i'm proud of balancing both undergrad and graduate school during this process. i'm proud of advocating for my needs and navigating the health care system enough to get insurance pay to over three times the amount for my transition as i have out of pocket. i'm proud for paving the way for other people to come in the future. i'm proud for teaching up-tight doctors about trans issues and the ways in which they can more adequately care for trans people. i'm proud of being legal and honest.
but that's not why i sat down to write this post. i was going to give a brief update on my most recent surgery. suffice it to say it hasn't been pleasant. one more to go (this one was a 2-stage process) then that should be it. for good. no more revisions, barring anything catastrophic going wrong.
i remember something my mom said before i began to physically transition at all. her worry was that i "would never be happy" with myself. that there would always be something that wasn't "perfect." and because i've had so many "revisions," i began to worry that was the case. but it just isn't, and i don't think i'm simply convincing myself of that. i feel like with all of my surgeries, i've had very modest expectations - somewhere in the realm of the "average" result i saw from other people who had had similar procedures. and with all of my surgeries, i've had some kind of complication that necessitated a revision to even reach the realm of expected outcomes (except my hysterectomy, though i did have a complication, it just didn't need another surgery to fix). i know my right-sided chest lump is up for debate as "needing" a revision, as most people said they didn't notice it, but i think it's fair to say that the massive hematoma left me with abnormal scar tissue and i gave it a fair enough amount of time to settle on its own before doing anything about it. however, i did have a really hard time deciding if i should even try to "fix" it, and both revisions now were out of convenience.
are my expectations out of line?
will i never be happy with the physical transformation of my body?
i truly believe the answer in both cases is
no. i feel like i've done the minimum to achieve that "average" result, what i think is a fair expectation. and it's only added up because my body fails to heal properly. maybe from that "unspecified autoimmune disease" secondary to Lyme? or maybe this is just me justifying my choices to myself.
and *poof* there goes the time i was going to use to study. oops.