So, the truth about being Post Op is genuinely far stranger than fiction. I never ever doubted that my surgery would be life changing. I did, however, kind of underestimate just how much.
I don’t mean that I was naive. I honestly wasn’t. I knew what I had signed up to but the reality bites significantly harder than any preconceived notion you might have given yourself by doing a little presurgery reading. Google did not even come close to informing me on what I’d actually be facing though.
Which is that aftercare is fairly time consuming and not really terribly exciting at all. At present I’m expected to dilate three times a day. Doesn’t really sound too bad does it? But any day of the week it amounts to about an hour and a half of your waking life. You could say it’s a pain in the butt but you’d probably want to check your dilation diagram if that was the case. It is a little tiresome though.
You might spend ten minutes setting up. You then spend ten minutes apiece with Little and Large and an awkwardly angled mirror. So far so good. You then still have to douche and properly clean yourself before dressing is even an option. It’s a major commitment to yourself. And ultimately your future happiness.
But it is pretty boring. So I thank God and the Baby Jesus for YouTube (other streaming services are available) as I have no idea how one would cope with the mundanity of meddling with yourself thrice daily otherwise. Don’t quite have a regular theme tune yet but today’s music choice a definite contender. Living the dream though kids, living the dream! Time permitting.