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Today is my rebirthday. Did I just invent a new word? Well, I’m sure someone has used it before. Post-op girls often decide that they now have an excuse to celebrate two birthdays a year, though hopefully that doesn’t make them age twice as fast. Although it’s a special day for me, I don’t think I’ll be celebrating it in the same way as my birthday (ie presents, getting pissed, eating lots). It feels good to be one year on though. I’m still alive at least.
Today was a lovely sunny day, quite warm for the time of year. It’s been nice all week actually, but it’s no longer summer, so it’s all come too late really. Anyway, I spent the day climbing trees, armed with a saw and pruning shears, and making bonfires. Feeling slightly concerned that I was turning into a little boy again, in the evening I did some baking and made apple sponge puddings with elderberry sauce topping using my home-grown organic fruit. After which I had a long soak in a pink bubbly bath with lots of candles to set the mood. Yep, I’m still a girl. One of the puds is in the oven now, so I’ll be making custard shortly and having a midnight feast!
This time last year I would have been, um let’s see now, Thai time seven hours ahead of GMT… I would have been ordering breakfast after my first night with my new body. I had scrambled egg and toast.
I look back on my time on Thailand with fondness, not because I really saw any of Thailand, just because the whole experience was so special, hard work at times, but special, and wonderful.
If I believed in God I’d thank him every day for my special gift. Instead I thank my surgeon.
Dr Suporn is an amazing man, his skill verging on genius. My old detested body is gone forever, and I love the new me.
Being a girl is brilliant.
xx
