Decidedly Obscure Human Complaints.

Got this new hair did last weekend from Princess Kennedy. So summer post-finals perfect:

Healing quite nicely if I do say so my vain self!

I didn’t notice this until earlier today when I removed the compression vest to finally get cleaned up - but I have lacerations on both sides from wearing the vest for 6 days. Why I didn’t feel these, I don’t know. Pain killers initially - but I stopped taking them Tuesday. The moral of this story? Leaving my vest on for 6 days was entirely worth these lacerations, which require less help healing than my chest and nipple grafts. But definitely something to watch for with anyone reading who may be having a similar surgery in the future. My compression vest has been washed and is now hanging up to dry while I relax in the front room with my mom. Topless. Lacerations, bruising, swelling, stitches, and nipple grafts gots NOTHIN’ on how absolutely comfortable and relieving this feels. I still can’t believe that this has happened. The reality is setting in little by little and I love it. My mom put some Neosporin and bandages on the lacerations. We also removed the bandages from th...

Bandage/Stitches/Drain Tubes removal by my surgeon, Dr. Cori Agarwal, earlier today (Aug 16, 2011). I’ll be wearing the compression vest for another 1 - 3 weeks; and I have an appointment in a week with Dr. Agarwal to see how I’m healing.

As a warning, these photos are extremely graphic , but also incredibly informative and educational.

Earlier today I learned that Dr. Cori Agarwal’s medical secretary would come in to take photographs during my 3 hour surgery on August 11, 2011. As a warning, these photos are extremely graphic , but also incredibly informative and educational. This is why I’m displaying them after the “read more” button below instead of as a photo gallery. Extremely Graphic:

Getting a LOT of rest today. I’m loaded up on nausea/vomiting and pain pills currently (plus an antibiotic and Zantac for heart burn), Vitamin C, and lots of Coconut Juice n’ Chick’n Noodle Soup. I had no idea that I would be this immobile. Even trying to open a can or unplug something hurts. Fortunate for me, my mom is the best care-taker ever and has been going above and beyond to keep me comfortable. And we’ve been watching “comfort horror” movies together that we used to watch when I was little - starting with Lost Boys. Woot! The best thing ever for comfort, by the way, is this recliner chair. It’s so comfortable and ideal for recovery. I even slept in it last night. Oh, and my mom slept in the recliner chair next to me last night and reassured me that it was okay to wake her up if I needed anything. Which I did, at 2am - to use the restroom and take more pain and nausea medication. I’ll have my compression vest on until next Wednesday, the 17th. This is also the day that ...

Whether I have enough whiskage in reality or not just doesn’t matter - when I look at myself in the mirror, my self-image tells me, “Be one with the teenage side burns.” And thus, earlier tonight, for the first time ever, I’ve attempted to “carve” a facial hair style. I shaved my chinny chin and left the fuzzy sides: My fuzz is currently at 2 weeks of growth and I’m going to give it about 6-8 weeks to really gauge my progress. Fun! In other news, starting tomorrow morning I’ll be injecting every week instead of every two weeks. I chose to inject every week because it is supposed to minimise the mood swings associated with the ups and down of having a lot of T in my system right after I inject, then not very much 2 weeks later when it’s time for my next shot. This has become a pretty significant issue lately (school, stress, moods!) - so this should help.

Buds n’ I at my tranimal benefit party last Thursday, courtesy ThatGuyGil !

Photos from my DANCE YOURSELF TO DEATH! TRANIMAL PARTY (May 12th 2011) top surgery benefit! See more, courtesy of Viola Photography :

Group photo from a friend’s schnazzy birthday par-tay I attended last night. Dapper!

My pride well got tapped out this weekend, which resulted in approximately 2 hours of sleep fueling the entire endeavor and sleeping in until 1pm recovering from it yesterday. I also lost my voice a bit from all of the puberty-ridden squealing-while-attempting-to-scream that went on. It never, not once, sounded anything like hooting. More like a cracky, screeching ... I don't know what. Essentially, when it comes to Pride Weekend , I do everything I can to drag it out as long as possible. It's like this magical little micro-world where everyone celebrates the freedom to just, well - be . Hetero, homo, bi, pan, genderqueer, male, female, cis, trans, whatever - everyone is just there expressing themselves however they want in an environment that's safe, accepting, and celebratory of diversity. Something I wish I saw in my macro-world more often. My Pride started Thursday night with Salt Lake's first ever Miss City Weekly Drag Pageant : All of the performers ...