I saw a plastic surgeon in Stockholm yesterday, who is gonna do a mastectomy on me this fall. He took a look at me, estimated I have c-cup (closer to b, but who cares), and suggested a double incision method which I thought sounded good. I have gotten a little bigger, so I didn't want to take my chances with the peri areolar method, risking having to do very many operations before acheiving desired result. And yes, I'm a little impatient. Also I really don't mind having a pair of extra scars.
He asked some basic questions about my health and then declared me healthy as a horse. I told him about my smoking habit, but also that I'm planning to be smoke free at the time of the operation, which is completely true for your information. I'm so excited I'm out of words! I keep fantasising about it, how it will be at the time, the nearest time after, months after, years after. What a relief it would be, god, I've been longing for this so much!
Last Thursday, when I was also in Stockholm (it's been one hell of a ride this month) I saw a new doctor of the team in the Huddinge, cause the regular one was studying or something. This new one made up a plan for our future meatings there, how often I should go there and such. It was pretty basic, no actual information to share, and weirdly enough I don't recall much of the meeting at all. Just that I had a little guessing game in my head about where she's from. Her name was impossible to pronounce and she had an accent. I suppose the following two meetings sort of took up all the room in my already oh so cluttered mind and made me forget most about this meeting.
Then there was another meeting that last Thursday, right after, with a speech therapist. I must admit I first thought the meeting was gonna be quite lame, but it certainly wasn't! First of all, the speech therapist was great, understanding and had a great sense of humor. Secondly, I got to record my voice and the results of it were pretty astounding to me! My talking voice was at 109,5 hz which she said was an average, pretty damn masculine pitch. My tone, word flow and such was also considered masculine. When I heard how I sounded on the tape it was like, wow, that's amazing! Do I really sound like that? It's quite a difference from my own little recordings I did on my camera/cell phone back in the days.
Then I did a recording of how high and low my voice range goes. My lowest tone is at 98 hz and the highest 784. It's quite a wide range, and I even surprised her because I can still reach the same higher tones as I could before starting taking testosterone, and only added the deeper tones, which she said was rather unusual.
So there have been some really interesting meetings lately! I've been to endocrinologist, gotten testosterone legally, heard my voice how it really sounds, seen the surgeon that's gonna do my mastectomy, had an appointment with a new psychologist, found a medicine cocktail that actually seem to work, taken a gazillion blood tests and seen an aurist - all in less than a month.
How is September gonna top that? Just kidding, I'm gonna sleep through all of the next month, cause I kinda need a little rest. That's all for now.
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