Countdown.

Hi there.

Well following a little trip to London I'm committed. No not sent to the home for the criminally insane (Airplane 2 joke) but I am signed up for surgery.

Four hour drive each way to see my surgeon in South London. Very nice part of the world. Very nice hospital. Positively four star and should be based on what I will be paying for it.

Was really nervous. It was the cumulative point in my journey. An end date. A clear point of decision. 

I had all my paperwork ready. All my reports, blood tests and deed poll. I wasn't going to fail this last hurdle for lack of preparation.

Usual questions, usual risks explained, quick examination. Apparently more than enough down there for the surgeons needs. 

So all signed up for it. 3rd September this year. Why the wait? Well there was a 3 month wait anyway for which the surgeon apologized. Tell that to the NHS. That would have put recovery in the height of summer.

It's one week in hospital and then a minimum of two weeks rest. I didn't want that to be in a time period being wasted. September is a month which suits me. It also gives me time to sort stuff out. The logistics like getting there and back and sorting my rehabilitation location out.

Isolation to avoid COVID for a week before. PCR a few days before and check in the day before. Private room with en suite, WiFi and satellite TV. 

Excited? Not yet. A lot to sort out and it's such a massive thing that it will take a while to sink in. I would be lying if I don't have concerns. Im not one for lying around doing nothing. Boredom will be a massive factor. I think I'll buy a tablet beforehand and a Disney+ subscription to get me through it all.  

I've also done all this on my own so far. Support is going to be so important in the days before and afterwards. Virtual hand holding is going to be needed so my friends expect a lot of WhatsApp video calls. 

It also heralds the possible start of the end of this blog. I always intended this to be a log of my journey and to inform / educate. However once my recovery is complete, there might be little to talk about. If I've got nothing to say then I might wrap this up. I'll see how it all pans out but I think you have me for a few years yet.

In the meantime I'm using the summer to travel and I'll be blogging and possibly vlogging about my travels as a Transwoman. Mulling over where to go. Probably a city break in June with a week's beach break in August. Let me know if you fancy joining me on either. Sneaky trip to Blackpool as well expected. 

In boob news I'm still growing. Comfortable B cup now. Prosthesis used only dependant on the outfit worn now. Boost push up likely to be the next purchase. Maximizing what I have.

Relationship news. Barren as the Antarctic. That's a desert if you don't know. Little science fact there. 

So that is that as they say. All signed up for vaginoplasty. More science stuff. Neovagina to be cultivated from my existing bits. Google the rest if you are that interested. Animation footage may be easier to watch than real footage.

It's been emotional getting here. Whilst I am on track to where I want to be it's not going to be a cake walk from here on in. 

The coming weeks will be about preparing and planning. Throw in a few trips and hope you can keep tuning in. I do intend to fully document the op and rehabilitation. That will be fun. 

So until next time. Be good. 

Amanda xx

P.s. don't get me started on the lack of conversion therapy ban. FFS it's legalization of torture. I despair.