Sonic's Blog September 2017

Behold, the mighty blog of the mighty Sonic, where he types out his strange Sonic thoughts for his untangling of these things, and your reading pleasure. Expect discussion of his transition (FtM transgender dude, yo!), arts and animation (especially projects like It Doesn't Matter), and maybe even otherkin things, despite the fact that the internet is a cruel, cruel place.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2017 - 5:26 PM

TODAY IS A DAY OF FRUSTRATION! First: I totally had top surgery scheduled for today, but I hecked up all the things, and it had to be rescheduled! Second: The first draft of the blog post describing all these things failed to save. FUCKIN' A, DUDE!

Okay, so here's what I learned about surgery today. WATER IS NOT OKAY. Yeah. When they told me I had to fast before surgery, starting at midnight, I was under the mistaken impression that water didn't count, and was totally okay. THIS IS NOT THE CASE. What they are trying to do, is give your stomach time to empty out, just in case the anesthesia, which often causes nausea, causes you to throw up on the table, as apparently, with the tube down your throat, the vomit can get re-routed to your lungs to either cause major complications, or cause you to suffocate and die. PLEASANT. Not gonna lie, it did cross my mind to simply say, "Oh, is that all, well, hold my shit, I'll be in the bathroom," and simply purge, but...that's really not something that hospitals smile upon. Fortunately, surgery was re-scheduled to October 24, so my initial panicked idea that it would be another three months at least before this could happen were allayed. JUST A MONTH, I CAN DO THAT. I'm still pissed at myself, but I can do the thing.

Probably this isn't the worst thing ever? As I actually came out as trans to my parents just this past Monday, and giving them time to adjust to this new and scary idea before I go in for surgery isn't the worst plan ever...especially when they're still insisting on having me convalesce at their place. Whee.

Yeah, long story short: Horrible web of lies, lies get worse, only way to get through the thing is to tell them the things. I still kinda want to vomit from the stress, despite the fact that they've taken this whole thing so, so much better than I ever would have expected. Yeah, the first version of this post actually described some of the details, buuuuuut...it's gone forever now. I'll have to see about delving into that cluster-fuck again later, but I'm out of the brain juice to write it all out again. Maybe next time!

Brain juice is more important than orange juice, but probably less delicious. - Sonic