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Day 71.

Ding dong, the leak is dead!
Which old leak? The freak-y leak!
Ding dong, the wicked leak is deeeaad~!

I’m calling it. It’s been a full week without anything oozing from the serous fluid hole, meaning that FINALLY, after over 2 full months (since Day 5!!), the Leak’s ever-runny reign of terror is at an end!

I, for one, will not be mourning it.

Day 60.

Two months!! And Spot’s finally starting to heal up the fistulas that were causing me/my ego such damage by having to sit down at the toilet, lest I be peeing in 3 different directions at once.

NOW I only sit down if I’m in that big of a hurry and don’t want my boxers soaked. I’ll never harp on anyone for missing the bowl ever again; there really is a HEY NOW I’M OVER HERE factor to the stream.

Day 53.

Been noticing my arm graft has been developing a ton of tiny bumps on it these past few days. I doubt this is anything bad, but I wonder if there used to be hair follicles on the skin where they’re popping up. An interesting tidbit, if nothing else.

Day 45.

The fistulas haven’t healed yet, and I’ve been incontinent on and off. Had to start sitting down to use the toilet a couple days ago rather than soak my clothes every time I had to piss, which really brought me down, ‘cause… that is directly the opposite of why I got the surgery in the first place. Exactly what I did all this to NOT do.

Still, I got my first-ever blowjob tonight. (I was right to save it for my partner. Wouldn’t have traded it for anyone in San Francisco.) And I even had something *happen,* during– the very first little blip of funtimes sensation waking up on my dong. Just one. And it was gone. But it was finally, finally THERE. Meaning there’ll only be more where that came from.

Man. No matter how much I might try to complain, this journey just keeps throwing me curveballs.

Day 42.

Hand therapy appointment #2! This time, they’re trying ultrasound treatment to break up some of the heavier scar tissue on my donor site. It doesn’t hurt at all, though I noticed I don’t have heat or cold sensation on the site anymore after the therapist’s warning of “This’ll be cold!” felt like… nothing different. Huh.

Day 32.

Would you look at that? Spot’s healing up its own namesake! Another chunk of scab flaked off today, with regular healthy skin underneath. There might not be a spot there on it much longer.

Don’t worry, though. Spot will always be Spot to me.

(As for the towel under my feet, that’s one of Spot’s quirks I’ve been dealing with… Every time I need to take a bowel movement, Spot starts peeing. I can’t stop it. Sometimes the amount it’s been able to store up, even when I’ve just pissed a few minutes ago, is a lot more than I anticipated, heh.)

(Gah. Hard to hold up a ruler and balance a dong with only one functional hand…)

In case anyone was wondering: 5 inches back before the swelling went down. 4.5 inches now.

My silicone prosthetic was only ever 3.5", so believe me, I am not complaining one bit. To me, this sucker’s HUGE.