According to my calculations, 215 days from today, February 20, 2014, I will be having my Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS), what I prefer to call Gender Affirmation Surgery, although the acronym would then be “GAS.” It will be a “gas” but it still sounds funny to me plus the medical profession no longer utilizes a gas as an anesthesia anymore. Still I like the term for what was once referred to as a “sex change,” a term common to most who have not had the desire or inclination of having such a procedure.
I had wanted to have my surgery before the Symposium, but the medical team at the Preecha Aesthetic Institute discussed my situation and they agree that having to sit for long periods of time after my surgery would be both very uncomfortable for me along with not being recommended because of my need to heal myself as much as possible when still in Thailand, before returning home to a life I have yet to foresee for myself as the woman I have always wanted to be which I now know was the woman I have always been.
I would be remiss if I didn’t say the customary “I can’t wait” but the fact is that not only can I wait, I must wait wait because I have plenty of work to do over the next 7 months to pull together all the financial resources I will need for the surgery, the WPATH Symposium, travel and lodging plus any incidentals I might want, such as some Thai silk finery, an opportunity that this girl just can’t pass up, not on her life.
The weather has been extremely chilly this past Spring, even into late May, so I haven’t had the energy or motivation to start organizing an on going “Estate Sale” to not only simplify my life, but to part with the many possessions that own me more than I do them. These items include the many collectables and household items that I no longer want or need, that my late beloved and I amassed over the 24 years in our Santa Fe home. There is also 70+ piece inventory of framed artwork, most of which are my own, or rather should I say, David’s work produced from more than a decade ago until most recently.
Lastly, there is furniture that I will never really need to feel at home as long as I shall remain in it. After my return home, I also will need to have ductwork built from the front room wall furnace to heat the two bedrooms that are now being used to organize and sell my possessions, so that I can take in a tenant, which could be a woman with whom I have an intimate relationship, if at all possible, the like of which has also my secondary intention for 2013 to have a new partner.
Another task I must perform is the recommended hair removal on and around my private area and I have already set up a consultation with a spa in Albuquerque, about an hour’s drive away, to do just that. In the meantime, over the last couple of days, or more rather, nights, I have begun the process to organize everything with which I will need or want to part so that I can begin the Estate Sale within the next couple of weeks. I think also I should update my employment history on Facebook to include inventory manager and sales specialist.
One last thing I must do is get myself down to “fighting weight”, so to speak, as close as possible, to the 160 lbs I weighed when I was in high school when I played on the Junior Varsity football team at the Narimasu Tokyo American High School. If you want to see a picture, I refer back to a post I wrote on September 16, 2012 entitled “I love my boobs.”
Toward that end, I have have set my intention and am letting my body, not my thoughts or feelings, direct me to the right foods and the quantity I consume each day, that I know is now already reflected in the way I am loving my body and my life to its fullest, a body in which I hope to spend many good years living, as the full-fledged woman and girl of which I have always dreamed.