I've spent the last few weeks reading every story from GRS that I could find, so I thought I'd add mine to the pile. Honestly, I'm just hoping keeping a diary will help keep me sane through all this, though maybe sharing here can help out some people too. I'm also not going to promise I'll keep this up but we'll see.

So, it's Sunday evening and in roughly 36 hours I'll be on the operating table. It's really something when you say it like that. SRS was just a hypothetical point in the future and then suddenly you're on a flight to Montreal. I hear tomorrow is the day when all the feelings hit, we'll see if that holds true I guess.

Other than that, today went almost perfectly. Flying sucks, and I'm honestly scared for how my return's going to be. The handle on my suitcase broke, that's annoying. We got driven to the Holiday Inn by an older Italian gentleman weaving through traffic like crazy. Saw a suspicious number of tall women and dyed hair at the hotel but was too awkward to say hi. Ordered takeout with the food voucher they gave us, but the restaurant forgot cutlery so I ate chicken and rice with my bare hands. (TMI) My wife wanted to have sex one last time but she's now passed out because we were up since 4am. I guess I'll probably follow soon.

Well, that's all I got. If anyone's still reading, I'll be back tomorrow (probably on my own profile so I'm not spamming). Otherwise I'll just keep yelling into the void, trying not to implode.

Surgery Eve: https://reddit.com/r/Transgender_Surgeries/s/GIW6D0jkHa