My dear friends, most who I will never know. I write this in total honesty and knowing that some of you and I are kindred. We are different but the same. Here goes...
My best friend and I travelled to Seoul in October. I am now 2 weeks having had the surgery, and back home in my country of residence.
We entered the glass doors to Yeson and no one said a word to us, just beckoned us to the seating area. We sat quietly in front of a flat TV screen playing Korean Soaps. How did they know who we were? We looked around and there were no other obvious kindreds. Whatever the other's were here for it was obvious it wasn't for voice feminization surgery...
Beautiful aspect. Clean, fresh, and seemingly very professional. Women walking past us in white coats. Yes, very professional. Then a small, very young woman approaches us (my friend and I) and says hello. It is Jessie, the english co ordinator. She is very pleasant. Small talk. A little strange, but then we're supposed to be aren't we? Isn't the idea that we will leave this place a little "less strange" God, I hope so...!
In to meet Dr Kim. Everyone is Mr Kim, or Dr Kim. He is lovely. Very pleasant, direct and nice english. Two other women are in the room with white coats, watching. I have no idea what is about to happen, or what it means. It means something, all of it...as I will soon find out. A battery of tests on my voice and several large screened computers on a desk with all sorts of diagrams I have no idea what it all means...
These are the results of my comprehensive voice examination: He tells me I have a voice pitch of 146.40 in my "high range" and 141.86 in the low range. It doesn't mean much to me, actually nothing. I just know how I sound...He does tell me that usually his patients have a deeper range than I have. Doesn't matter. Don't even know if it's true...
The following day is my surgery.
I wake up. Lisa is there...I'm still groggy and the room is very hot. A machine is pumping out mist toward my head.
Lunchtime. Don't feel like any "lunch" But I am brought a huge bowl of something I chose earlier from the menu. I'm not hungry. One spoonful of a bland porridge-like substance has to go back on the spoon, there is no way I can swallow.
It is then I realize some of my teeth are missing. I must have woken up my tongue which is itself injured. It feels like 3 teeth, but it doesn't matter, they are gone. Lisa is panicking now too. All I can do is write, scribble on a pad. I can't talk...
Now I have to cut the story short. Basically, Yeson deny I had the teeth, then say they were there when the surgery was completed, and then I must have lost them when I was violent in recovery. Really? I didn't think I was violent...It seems hours pass and then I decide to call my Embassy. They separate Lisa and I. Is this the Korean way? Separating us. They have no right to separate us, or my teeth from my mouth or my dignity from me. But it has only just started...Lisa takes photographs. Then she notices I have a huge orange-sized bruise on my left shoulder. No other injuries, just this one purple bruise. When we challenge them on how this happened we just get blank excuses.
They have looked for my teeth (in the operating room) and can't find them. It's a bridge...Someone decides that I will need to have an X-Ray. Jessie, Lisa nad I have to go downstairs and across a huge busy intersection with me holding my drip-trolley, wearing blue pajamas. Everyone is looking. But this is Korea, and does anyone care?
Yes, the teeth (my bridge) is in my stomach.
Back to Yeson.
An argument ensues about who is responsible now. I'm adamant it is Yeson because they caused it. Equally, they argue they aren't because I didn't tell them. I did, and Lisa was there when we discussed my dental work and all my crowns. The communication somehow broke down. The bruise remains a mystery...
Yeson agree to take responsibility and I am walked down to A+ dental. Jessie is with us wherever we go...
I'm told there are 2 types of crown and I will be given the gold one not the metal version with porcelain mix. In the meantime I am fitted with a plastic replacement.
The following week I have my follow up with Dr Kim. The question about the Botox injection will be a difficult one. We don't want to pay the $400 (oh we have it) because we feel I haven't been well looked after and I shouldn't have to pay another cent. Eventually it is agreed that I can pay half. But only on the proviso that I agree to submit a voice video down the track. They tell me that I have now cost them money...We pay the $200 in cash.
Dr Kim puts something around my throat it feels like something soft and I can hear my heart beating. I can hear it! The needle is put right into my throat and the Botox is injected. It hurts to the point I think I might faint, but not enough to scream. How would I scream?
Jessie tells Lisa that they can remove her Adam's Apple for $2,500 U.S. She isn't interested. It's a badge, isn't it?