|Each ring represents a day until|
top surgery; I tear one off each morning.
But here's a good update: My top surgery is scheduled! It was a real fucking mess dealing with my insurance, which didn't actually notice there was new documentation in the appeal the surgeon's office put in, then they decided the new request was a "duplicate" and closed it, and it was just an immense clusterfuck. After pestering them and having the surgeon's office pester them I got a letter saying that they were authorizing the surgery, but then neglected to actually tell the surgeon's office despite my letter saying it was CCed to them. I let the surgery center know, they called me back, and I got my date: November 26th.
This was, by the way, my absolute perfect date. When I was thinking about what date I'd aim for, I was trying to consider whether I wanted to sacrifice deer hunting (which comes but once a year and is an important event for me) or working Christmas (which would land me a huge paycheck). There was only one date where I felt I could do both... and that was November 26th. So I'll be going under the knife the day after a day in the woods, it appears, and when I get back to work it'll be on Christmas day.
See, after getting the insurance authorization and the date there was one more hurdle: Short term disability. I looked at the policy which said cosmetic surgeries did not qualify for short term disability "except for certain medically necessary ones," which I assumed was a euphemism although I found no trans-specific verbiage. I put in the request anyway and had to muddle through everything because there wasn't an explicit option for "surgery" (It was either "injury" or "illness." I regrettably picked "illness" because the questions in "injury" didn't fit.).
Then I flat out said in my form that it was for a gender transition surgery and sent faxes to the doctor to get that documentation in. They accepted it right away, although they're only giving me two weeks.
I have a very sedentary job, but according to most of the folks I've talked to I'll probably still be super tired at three weeks. My boss had already planned for four weeks, so when I told him this he said he's still going to plan for four weeks and then if I come back at two, great, or if I need reduced hours, I'll be accommodated. He was concerned at the idea of me being gone longer than two weeks and not getting paid, but I think if I do need more time I'll just need to send documentation to disability insurance to extend the leave. My roommate will also help me if need be.
(I probably mentioned this before at some point, but it's fairly easy when doing a background check on me to figure out that I am trans, and my boss's reaction when I said I was having surgery but didn't immediately say what it was for suggested that he probably knows what it's for already.).
All this complete I started acquiring the last of the things I'll need for recovery. I have a husband pillow, a neck pillow, slippers that look good enough to wear outside if I need to go out, silicone bendy straws, dry shampoo, a bromelain supplement to help with swelling, CBD oil for pain and general well-being, a soil probiotic to recover after the antibiotics, and medical silicone tape to reduce scarring. I already had appropriate clothes (I wear button-down woven shirts at work and they're too big for me to make up for not binding and I have a lot of pajama pants). I'll get laxatives later on (anesthesia makes your gut sluggish so there are problems with constipation). I might need a post-surgical binder... I can't really find any I like that aren't really expensive, so I think I'll wait until the surgery, see what I get from the surgeon, and then get one of the expensive ones if I think I need it.
I started a mealplan with meals my girlfriend can cook when she's up here to care for me, as well as a list of movies to subject her to.
A lot of my anxiety is gone now that I have a concrete date, but there's also a lot of shitty stuff going on in the world that makes it feel like it's further away than it is (it's less than a month, it's really soon!) so I stole an idea from Transgeneration and made a paper chain calendar to give me a more visual understanding of how close it is. Each day I tear off a link and put it on my shrine; when it's all gone maybe I'll burn it or something, but the chain shrinks so rapidly and the pile of links grows so quickly that it's helping keep my mind off how stagnant and anxiety-riddled the rest of my life is.
Anyway, that's my update now.