I'm 2 days post op. 

Angie and I got up and got ready Tuesday morning.  The feeling in the air was that of nervousness and excitement.  I got to the hospital, checked in, changed into the lovely hospital attire.  Angie and I had a few moments alone, realizing that the day had finally come.  A wave of happiness and content came over me.  I was ready, not nervous any more.

Surgery went very well.  The soreness is kicking in big time today.  I decided to go to my brother in laws birthday dinner last night, maybe I overdid it a tiny bit?  Maybe it's just the fact that I have had a bunch of tissue cut off my chest.  I am starting to feel where the incisions probably are and have two drain tubes going in that hurt more then anything.   I have a bunch of gauze and a binder on.  Monday I go back to the Dr. to have the "unveiling"  and have the tubes taken out.  I remember how much that hurt 11yrs ago when I had a reduction.  *Shudder*   I can't wait until Monday.  I know it won't be perfect, stitches, bruising, swelling, it will be ugly yet beautiful at the same time.   

My mental state?  It's good.  I still have the best support system with my family and friends even friends that I'm not close with.   I'm still a little amazed at that in itself.

I am starting to acknowledge the 47 years of ingrained behavior of living in a "female world" needs to be untrained.  That's kind of scary.  The biggest first fear to tackle?  Using a mens bathroom for the first time.  When do I think I will "pass" enough in order to do this?  I need to buy a device in order to urinate standing up.  Think about it....normal tasks taken for granted.....learned as a child, as a teenager...now having to learn at 47!  Shaving/grooming included.  Luckily I don't have to worry about changing hairstyles.  haha  Speaking of shaving, I stopped that my last week of work before my leave.  It's taking it's sweet time but at least I don't have it competing with my old chest. 

Last night at the restaurant, the waiter threw me for a little loop.  I had been going through the disappointment that even though I was on T  that people were still using female pronouns.  I was chalking it up to still having a chest and an "in between" face.  Well last night at the restaurant there was a comment using "he" (it was actually about my brother in law) but the waiter looked directly at me thinking I was the one they were talking about.

Yes!