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The Man from Leicester he say Yes!
The day was St George’s day, and also the most important appointments thus far my transition.
Thursday, April 23rd 2009
09.15.
I was picked by up by a friend of mine all ready and packed to go, we headed to the St James' Boulevard coach station in Newcastle. We got there at about 9.45, and I boarded the coach at 10 am soon after it came into bay 3. The journey was quite long on endurance and a strain, and I developed a migraine on the way, more of that later.
16.35.
The coach finally reached my intended destination of St Margaret’s Street coach station in Leicester. I was able to catch an immediate taxi to the Leicester Nuffield Hospital from the drop off point across the road on Gravel Street.
16.50.
I arrived at the Leicester Nuffield Hospital at Scraptoft Lane, and booked in at the out patients reception and took my seat. I was starting to feel really bad by this time with my migraine and was ill in the toilets.
17.50.
Dr Deenesh Khoosal invited me to go with him to his consultation room, he complimented me on my presentation. Once in the consultation room, he informed me what format the consultation would be, much like a question and answer session. He basically wanted to know as much as possible about me and my life, and of course my gender feelings. He was interested in how they had expressed themselves during my lifetime; and then my transition. I showed him copies of key documents which map my paper trail i.e my original deed of name change from April 2006, my gender recognition certificate and my female birth certificate. This shows that all my documentation is now complete as Stephanie. At the end of the meeting, he asked me if I would ever revert, I said “no, never”, he replied “I never thought you would” then he shook my hand and wished me well. It looks like I got my second approval.
18.15.
After leaving Dr Khoosal's office, I again took my seat in the waiting area, and was again ill in the toilets. My migraine was awful by this time and I must have looked fairly ill to those around me. Though I made strenious efforts not to transmit too much of how I felt inside. Whilst I was waiting, a lady sitting next to me was asked by her companion “could you pass the newspaper please”, she replied (referring to me) “it’s this lady’s I believe”
19.35.
Mr. Terry was running approximately 35 minutes behind in his schedule, but I was eventually invited into his consultation room. He gave me the full lay out of how the surgery is done and what complications can occur; and in the rare cases these happen, how they are dealt with. He examined me and said I had enough donor skin and that 6 inches of depth is achievable. He confirmed my own beliefs that I have a lot of dark hair on the donor area, and told me that this would need clearing. He also asked me about my weight, I said I was about 14 stone, 2 stone lighter than I was some 4 months ago. He asked me what weight I was hoping to achieve, I said at least 13 st 7 lbs, which given my height and body frame was fine for surgery.
He then told me the great news, he will do my surgery. He said he will communicate with my gender psychiatrist to this specification. He then said that I could basically ring up his secretary anytime to arrange my operation when my weight and my genital hair is completed to satisfaction. I said I was hoping for October, if my genital hair removal can be done inside 4 or 5 months. He then wished me well and said he hoped to see you then, I then left his consultation room a very happy girl.
I then reached into my bag for my mobile to ring my friends and call for my taxi to the hotel. I could not find it and I searched all over, asked reception and overheard people saying “has she lost her phone” and “I saw her using it just a moment ago” Tim was informed of my little problem, and he immediately came out his consulting room and asked me what my number was. I told him and he instructed a staff member to ring me, and with that I found my phone, how about that eh, that’s what you call personal service.
I was so happy, Mr. Terry really put me at my ease, I am so grateful to him and cannot wait to have my operation. I took a seat again, this time near the entrance with a beaming smile on my face, and began ringing and texting everybody my wonderful news.
20.00.
I got my taxi to the hotel and met up with a girl called Emma who I’d seen in the waiting room, she was surprised I was the girl Maxine had told her of, as she admitted to having looked around the waiting room for me, saw me and wasn’t sure I was a ts or not. She also said I passed veery well, We sat chatting for about 2 and a half hours, until we went off to our respective rooms at about 10.40 pm. I had a reasonable sleep; the facilities in the hotel were very nice and homely.
Friday, April 24th 2009 Stephanie returns home a happy girl.
06.35.
I got up, my head still reeling from yesterday. Eventually I had a shower and got dressed to go down for breakfast at about 8 am. I couldn’t handle anything heavy, so ordered scrambled egg on toast and a pot of tea. Maxine then booked a taxi for me for 11.30, and after my breakfast I had an extended chat with Emma. At 10.50 I went back to my room to apply my make up, and gather my things ready for my journey home.
11.35.
The taxi arrived, I gave Maxine a hug as I left and off I went. Gravel Street was very busy, still I had no odd looks or abuse, and I did think how wonderful this has all been.
12.05. My coach arrived to take me back home, as I gave the driver my ticket he astounded me by referring to me as sir, I decided not to make a fuss, as I just wanted to get home. However I won’t pretend it did not hurt, but I was not going to let him spoil my wonderful experience of the last 24 hours.
18.35.
The coach reached Newcastle, and my friend was there waiting for me, he congratulated me on my news; we celebrated with fish and chips we got from a chippy on way back to my place. The fish and chips were delicious too, I then weighed myself and the scales showed 13 st 9 lbs, very close to my optimum weight goal.
I am now so calm knowing my surgery will now happen, so much so that I realize in the past I may have got angry with the driver, but not now, why give him the satisfaction of knowing he upset me, also I was not going to let him spoil the wonderful time I had in Leicester.
Thursday, April 23rd 2009
09.15.
I was picked by up by a friend of mine all ready and packed to go, we headed to the St James' Boulevard coach station in Newcastle. We got there at about 9.45, and I boarded the coach at 10 am soon after it came into bay 3. The journey was quite long on endurance and a strain, and I developed a migraine on the way, more of that later.
16.35.
The coach finally reached my intended destination of St Margaret’s Street coach station in Leicester. I was able to catch an immediate taxi to the Leicester Nuffield Hospital from the drop off point across the road on Gravel Street.
16.50.
I arrived at the Leicester Nuffield Hospital at Scraptoft Lane, and booked in at the out patients reception and took my seat. I was starting to feel really bad by this time with my migraine and was ill in the toilets.
17.50.
Dr Deenesh Khoosal invited me to go with him to his consultation room, he complimented me on my presentation. Once in the consultation room, he informed me what format the consultation would be, much like a question and answer session. He basically wanted to know as much as possible about me and my life, and of course my gender feelings. He was interested in how they had expressed themselves during my lifetime; and then my transition. I showed him copies of key documents which map my paper trail i.e my original deed of name change from April 2006, my gender recognition certificate and my female birth certificate. This shows that all my documentation is now complete as Stephanie. At the end of the meeting, he asked me if I would ever revert, I said “no, never”, he replied “I never thought you would” then he shook my hand and wished me well. It looks like I got my second approval.
18.15.
After leaving Dr Khoosal's office, I again took my seat in the waiting area, and was again ill in the toilets. My migraine was awful by this time and I must have looked fairly ill to those around me. Though I made strenious efforts not to transmit too much of how I felt inside. Whilst I was waiting, a lady sitting next to me was asked by her companion “could you pass the newspaper please”, she replied (referring to me) “it’s this lady’s I believe”
19.35.
Mr. Terry was running approximately 35 minutes behind in his schedule, but I was eventually invited into his consultation room. He gave me the full lay out of how the surgery is done and what complications can occur; and in the rare cases these happen, how they are dealt with. He examined me and said I had enough donor skin and that 6 inches of depth is achievable. He confirmed my own beliefs that I have a lot of dark hair on the donor area, and told me that this would need clearing. He also asked me about my weight, I said I was about 14 stone, 2 stone lighter than I was some 4 months ago. He asked me what weight I was hoping to achieve, I said at least 13 st 7 lbs, which given my height and body frame was fine for surgery.
He then told me the great news, he will do my surgery. He said he will communicate with my gender psychiatrist to this specification. He then said that I could basically ring up his secretary anytime to arrange my operation when my weight and my genital hair is completed to satisfaction. I said I was hoping for October, if my genital hair removal can be done inside 4 or 5 months. He then wished me well and said he hoped to see you then, I then left his consultation room a very happy girl.
I then reached into my bag for my mobile to ring my friends and call for my taxi to the hotel. I could not find it and I searched all over, asked reception and overheard people saying “has she lost her phone” and “I saw her using it just a moment ago” Tim was informed of my little problem, and he immediately came out his consulting room and asked me what my number was. I told him and he instructed a staff member to ring me, and with that I found my phone, how about that eh, that’s what you call personal service.
I was so happy, Mr. Terry really put me at my ease, I am so grateful to him and cannot wait to have my operation. I took a seat again, this time near the entrance with a beaming smile on my face, and began ringing and texting everybody my wonderful news.
20.00.
I got my taxi to the hotel and met up with a girl called Emma who I’d seen in the waiting room, she was surprised I was the girl Maxine had told her of, as she admitted to having looked around the waiting room for me, saw me and wasn’t sure I was a ts or not. She also said I passed veery well, We sat chatting for about 2 and a half hours, until we went off to our respective rooms at about 10.40 pm. I had a reasonable sleep; the facilities in the hotel were very nice and homely.
Friday, April 24th 2009 Stephanie returns home a happy girl.
06.35.
I got up, my head still reeling from yesterday. Eventually I had a shower and got dressed to go down for breakfast at about 8 am. I couldn’t handle anything heavy, so ordered scrambled egg on toast and a pot of tea. Maxine then booked a taxi for me for 11.30, and after my breakfast I had an extended chat with Emma. At 10.50 I went back to my room to apply my make up, and gather my things ready for my journey home.
11.35.
The taxi arrived, I gave Maxine a hug as I left and off I went. Gravel Street was very busy, still I had no odd looks or abuse, and I did think how wonderful this has all been.
12.05. My coach arrived to take me back home, as I gave the driver my ticket he astounded me by referring to me as sir, I decided not to make a fuss, as I just wanted to get home. However I won’t pretend it did not hurt, but I was not going to let him spoil my wonderful experience of the last 24 hours.
18.35.
The coach reached Newcastle, and my friend was there waiting for me, he congratulated me on my news; we celebrated with fish and chips we got from a chippy on way back to my place. The fish and chips were delicious too, I then weighed myself and the scales showed 13 st 9 lbs, very close to my optimum weight goal.
I am now so calm knowing my surgery will now happen, so much so that I realize in the past I may have got angry with the driver, but not now, why give him the satisfaction of knowing he upset me, also I was not going to let him spoil the wonderful time I had in Leicester.
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Comment by Zohra on May 10, 2009 at 10:14pm -
Hi Stephany,
Such great news to hear you are finally getting your surgery...
Remember how you were last year? You were so depressed and unhappy and now you will finally be the woman you always were...
Goodluck girl with everything and keep us up to date :)
Huggles,
Zohra
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