I am safely, happily back at my hotel (actually a bed-n-breakfast). I am tempted to describe the details of the past couple of days, but at the end of the day, I don't think it matters. Suffice it to say that there were times when I actually said to the nurses: "Is it too late to change my mind?" But, the deed is done. It is odd for me, having lived my life so long with that particular bodily configuration. I am not yet comfortable with my new parts and I'm still having to take regular doses of pain medication, and I've been repeatedly warned of a post surgical depression that usually strikes within 2-4 weeks of surgery. Nevertheless, for now, I am happy with where I am (I would be lying if I didn't at least own the sense of loss that I have at a past I can never again revisit).
My middle daughter arrives early tomorrow afternoon. My sister is picking her up at the airport and driving her down. I can hardly wait to see them. I needed out of that hospital room; I needed some serious alone time (I keep telling you all that I am an Introvert and therefore am drained not energized by constantly being around others), but I am anxious to see them. Everyone in the hospital was good to me and friendly and compassionate and caring. But, I knew none of them; I had no connection to anyone. I feel the need to be grounded again to my life.
Someone just posted a comment to the previous post. I can't tell you what awesome timing it was to get that. Thank you for posting it. Thank you all who expressed your support for me over the past days and weeks -- in the form of e-mail, comments, cards, flowers, and knit caps. You guys are the very best.