Dr Suporn

Retroactively posted, local time: Monday 9.16am

We were taken back to the clinic in the afternoon, where Sin and the others warmly greeted us. The place was positively bustling with patients, their friends, and clinic staff. As we waited for Dr Suporn, one of the staff sat with me and explained generally what to expect, handing over a thick book of notes and information as well as a box of vaginal dilators (interestingly decorated in Thai silkwork). In the process, she made a jibe at D to the effect that were he actually my boyfriend, he'd be jealous of the contents of the box (M, take note!). In that trans way, it was an oddly casual explanation of the dilators and their use, though up close I'll admit they do look daunting.

Then I was called into Dr Suporn's office. Mum accompanied me, but D remained outside since there was the unspoken assumption that a little privacy might be warranted for this. And sure enough, the doctor put me through a physical examination, and I found it every bit as distressing as with Mr Ceber. It all feels a little unfair, as though the tranny is somehow not entitled to dignity, though I believe it's more likely that the clinic's attitude to all this is merely pragmatic.

Dr Suporn then took us through his procedure - which by this point I was becoming familiar with - and pointed out the key points of the process. The doctor is a quiet man, speaking succinctly and softly.

And all too quickly, we were back out. Mum and I were presented with amazingly lovely flower garlands as a welcome to Thailand.

We made our way back to the hotel with D, I packed my things, and it was back to the hospital, where our dinner had been left waiting for us on the table. Soupy tong yam for me, pad thai for mum and D. Mum was staying in the hospital with me tonight, so D decided to try catching a ride with one of the motorcycles for hire back to the hotel.

I hope he found his way. >_<

After he'd left, the anaesthesiologist popped in to give a quick rundown on what would happen: I'll get a jab in my hand, he'll put me to sleep, and upon waking everything'll have been done. That easy, hey?

As I was writing this, a nurse just came in to shave my pubic area and administer a Hibiscrub wash and enema. Again, the expectation for me to simply drop trou on a word and submit to invasive procedures is something I'm really having trouble accepting.

Anyway. It's time for sleep. I expect there'll be little chance to write much tomorrow - my surgery is at 8.30am tomorrow.

Here goes.