Believe me, Anon, I’ve been counting the days, and it’s gonna be another 19 sleeps before Dr. Elliott at the University of Minnesota puts me under for the first of a two-stage urethroplasty on June 15th.
The bad news: I won’t be able to pee standing up for a minimum of six months while the new urethra’s healing.
The GOOD news: This is the capital-letters Last Surgery I’ll be having, to fully replace the scar tissue zone that’s kept regrowing this past year– right where my old urethra joined with the one my phalloplasty last June set in place.
(I want to mention it again: having as many complications as I’m getting with Spot is RARE. if you’re having phalloplasty, you very well might get *a* stricture– the rate floats around 30% overall, so I hear– but I’ve heard of very few other cases where it’s been this much of a completely-closing-up fight.
When I started this blog, I didn’t foresee I’d be reporting so many troubles, but I’d hate to scare away folks who would really benefit from this surgery just because I’ve been caught with the short end of the stick.)