Ta-daaa! It’s out!
I got video footage I’m trying to upload right now, but like I say on that post, I was expecting something scary kept inside me, not this little munchkin. If deflated, which it was, it’s a mere straight line of tube.
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Day 26.
Sure enough, all the scabs that were gathered under the rim of the head flaked off in big chunks today, leaving fresh, new pink skin underneath.
Spot’s dead skin patch is still there, but I won’t dare keep poking at that part once it started leaking yellowish mystery fluid from its side.
Day 25.
See Spot piss!
Piss, Spot, piss.
Good Spot.
Not gonna lie, this reformatting’s gonna take some getting used to. When I need to go now, I get phantom pangs where my urethra *used* to be. If I squat or sit in front of the bowl, the ache continues, but the new phallus takes over like a charm. If I stand, it’s an unfamiliar enough feeling that it doesn’t know what to do just yet.
Sorry to anyone who had suggestions and couldn’t find the Ask box! It should be open for everyone now.
To the anon from my main blog: thanks for letting me know my Asks weren’t on. Here’s your request: the urethral opening, currently at 22 days post-op! This place should be seeing a lot more action come Saturday, when I can finally start practicing using it.
Day 20.
I’d thought that after 15 days of my serous fluid leak, having it stop for the past 2 days and nights meant it was finally, *fiiiinally* done with. Apparently I thought wrong.
Spot’s catching up on drying off, after I woke up with soggy bedsheets again. Looks like I tucked him into bed, from this angle.
(Not that I could sleep much with tomorrow morning’s doc visit. The body is willing, but the mind is a chattery, excited mess.)
Day 19.
Let’s face it. If you know me at all, you already knew googly eyes were a thing that were going to happen on this blog.
Nine more expressions to go! 83
Just used my first public urinal in 34 years without fear of a messy catastrophe.
Merry freakin’ Independence Day, everyone. [hearts]
Another from the main blog. I have a new reason to celebrate the holiday!
Morning piss break.
(All my fingers crossed that I’ll be graduating to non-catheter peeing starting next Tuesday, at my next post-op doctor appointment! I. Cannot. WAIT.)
Holy moley! It’s already Spot’s 2-week-iversary? How time does fly.
This calls for cake!
Day 13. First post-op doctor visit today, and it’s almost all good news! The discolored tissue I worried about is merely like a top layer of snakeskin that’s going to flake away to have healthy skin growing below within the next week or two.
There was only one patch of skin that died in the grafts, and it’s that little black mark up near the head. Meaning my junk’s official nickname is now “Spot.” I’m not even mad! Gives it some charm.
Check out all the bruises where I got my six or seven Heparin shots, though! I don’t care what anybody thinks– I’m glad they won’t be there forever, but I’m always appreciative of the aesthetic beauty of a good bruise.
Chinchilla Meat 