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Day 50.

Time for another hand therapy appointment! Today they’re bringing out the big guns, in terms of trying to get the lymph to flow down from my swollen hand to the rest of my arm– they even placed what’re called “chip bags,” small bags filled with chips of foam, on either side of my palm, in hopes that any amount of fluid might drain down and away from my giant palm and fingers.

I can actually inch my wrist a little ways to either side, and my swelling’s gone down by 3cm since I started doing my 4-to-6-times-daily hand exercises. Tiny steps towards progress, always. (If phalloplasty has taught me anything, I now have the patience of a monk.)

PS. Anon, I’ll try to get to your photo request tonight! Wasn’t able to get to it last night, but I’ll do my best, ‘cause that’s a great request. :3

Day 48.

I think I have enough stitch scars to qualify my dick region as “totally metal.” What do you think?

Check out the tiny line on the bottom of the third pic. That’s where my catheter used to come out! All healed up, as of today. One less problem to worry about.

Speaking of problems, the fourth pic is a closeup of the inguinal incision where my serous fluid leak is still going. It’s so, so much weaker than it was when it started on Day 5, but it still decides to ooze sometimes at random. One day, I’ll be rid of you, serous fluid leak. ONE DAY… [shakes fist]

Day 34.

Here’s how Spot’s underside has been chilling lately! Lots of scars knitting together by now, though as far as that bit of yellow skin under the urethra? Your guess is as good as mine. At least my surgeon wasn’t concerned.

Never let it be said I wouldn’t use my supper break time towards educating y’all. :3

gerbilfluff:

I was surprised tonight by this welcome-home / dick-quisition party / sausage fest (no, really, there was a bunch of sausage there to stuff in your mouth, if you so chose), including a dong crown made of glitter, pom-poms, and felt, a show-and-tell with Spot for any interested parties, more phallic-shaped sugar treats than you could shake a gigantic dong lollipop at, and dick puns. Lordy, the *dumptrucks* full of dick puns.

I was even given a rubber chicken, so my new arm wouldn’t be lonely!

Youguyyys. I have the best friends.~ [heart hands to you all, you know who you are]

From over on the main blog. ‘Cause sometimes you need to celebrate the little victories.

Day 27.

Heyyy! It’s our old friend Rubber Chicken Arm again. It’s been getting some natural color back lately, woo! Also swelling up my hand something fierce, but I’m assured that’s normal at this stage.

Off to my last follow-up doctor appointment before I take my flight home in the wee morning hours tomorrow. This time, the catheter’s coming out for sure. Can’t wait!

Day 16. And today, to my surprise, the leg skin graft patch lifted from the reddened skin underneath! At last, freedom from the scabby flake trails that’ve been following me the past two days as it fully dried out!

…Or at least it would’ve been free, if the whole thing hadn’t have snagged on the *one nano-millimeter* still anchored to the skin, opening up a gusher of fresh blood as it fell.

It’s okay. I had cupcake bandages on hand.

And now for something completely different! If we’re going by binary concepts of a person’s junk, that is. As I had no dysphoria regarding my factory-original plumbing itself (as admittedly freakishly small as it all may be), I felt no need to have any of it removed.

As far as I’m aware, Dr. Crane is the only surgeon out there at the moment who’ll perform surgeries for people a la carte like this, meaning there are all of maybe fifteen or so folks with junk like mine in the world. I’m thrilled to be one of them AND grateful that I still feel like my body’s whole now. The lessened healing time of not going for a v-ectomy is just a bonus.

These are the After pictures of what my “warp zone,” as I call it, looks like post-phalloplasty (the phallus being visible in the photos from directly above the hole). Overall, the inner/outer labia are both entirely gone, with stitching in a complete ring around the entrance from inside. The interior space is untouched from how it was before, but there’s noticeably less natural lubrication near the surface– a bit, just not much. 

From the bottom looking up, the divide between pubic hair and phallus looks super stark, though when looking down on it from above, it actually cuts off at levels that look more like a natural progression.

In’nit keen? The irony that it now resembles a mortuary scar is not lost on me. :3