He he he Mel, maybe one day soon you and I shall be being over-energetic at the tapas bars over here!! Everyone told me to expect HRT to slow me down, and it hasn't. Breastes are growing; I feel cold all the time (is it
really 35ºC today - how astonishing!) but I'm still leaving the coyote without his dinner!
As I returned home yesterday from Marbella (YAY! My house!) I glanced at myself in a fairly large mirror I have in the living room. It was a strange experience to see someone slightly different looking back at me in my own home. There's now a smooth forehead, and the wrinkles have been flattened (a nice side effect from being sliced open ear-to-ear, tee hee!). More lip, and this little chin peeking out between the swollen bits.
Part of the healing process finds you gradually evolving from something slightly monstrous to something more agreeable, and your mental view of yourself adjusts on a daily basis when you look at yourself and realise that there's a little less swelling and a little more visible woman.
I think there has been an immediate boost to my confidence as a result of my FFS. Some is undoubtedly psychological, knowing that my face is or will be vastly more feminine, but the other is certainly physical. It's great to see that there is no longer an adams apple on view - and yes, I mean
seeing that it's
not there is so very important for me, in a way that
not seeing it there it is so necessary on meeting people.
I must commend the surgeons for placing the tracheal incision so well - they marked the place for the cut so that it coincides with the dimensions of my face and neck so that it's virtually not visible, and even when it is visible it's still tiny.
Evolution today is just more of the same - less swelling and reduced bruising. Eating is still a bit weird as a result of absence of much sensation in my lower lip.
On the plus side, the lack of feeling in my chin might be useful as it will mask the pain during a few months of electrolysis.

A final comment for today relates to how grateful I am for a few natural gifts, totally outside of my control and fully due to my parents and their genes. My 162cm 50kg body, with its small shoulders, hands and feet are things that I am keenly aware of now. At Facial Team I had the opportunity to meet some wonderful transwoman patients, and they have needed to overcome real obstacles, mentally and physically due to their physical genetic inheritance. As an uncomfortable boy I used to curse my silly little body; as a girl I realise how lucky I have been and am immensely grateful.
I wish a good weekend to you all from sunny Madrid, where apparently it is hot, but HRT tells me it's just nice