Honestly, I don't want to go near them ever again

My story with doctor Ting's office was a long one. It took me 2 years to get a surgery date and 3 trips to New York just to do small assessment that could have been done by my main doctor and forwarded to his office.

This office is so bad it's not even funny. I had called every month for the year leading up to my surgery to make sure i had everything necessary, they always said I did. But that was no where near the truth. A month before my operation, I was told to go off ALL of my meds because I was on two different Testosterone blockers and they wanted to make sure my blood wasn't too thin. Then, just two weeks later they called me and said they needs a bunch of lab work, a EKG, and a surgical clearance. This was the start of my 2 months off utter hell. I was told I had to have it in by Friday and this call was happening just before 5pm on thursday. I was screwed. But luckily, my doctors office was open until 8pm that night and we got them sent in just in time for that Friday deadline.

Now, the day of surgery arrives and my operation goes well to my knowledge. I wake up 2 hours later than I was supposed and scare a nurse because a lurched forward in my bed. This was to bad. However, once I sat there drinking 2 and a half of those super-sized cups of water -to which they said was basically going into my catheter but never had it checked- they took me upstairs to my room. But along the way, my mouth became so dry it suckered up like I bit a lemon and could not open, I could not even answer the nurses as they questioned me but none paid attention that I couldn't open my mouth and just got mad.

I'll be honest, once I got liquid into my mouth it was easy and this first night was going to be the only one that I'd like while at Mount Sinai. My night nurse -this tall and sweet blonde woman that I can't remember the name of- wasn't pushy and helpful, even if it was something as simply as itching my leg while my family slept on. She's the reason why I gave them a 3 stars on aftercare and her alone. 

The next three days were filled with nurses that tipped me backward and forced me to pull myself up the bed even though I told her I getting nauseous from the angle and one that faked to barely speak English when I could hear her talking in the hallway and the room next door as plain as day. When my family left for a break of the hospital on the third day while I rested, I asked the nurse if she could help me get cleaned up because I had been washed once since I went in she helped me into the bathroom, gave me the wipes and walked out while I was struggling not to collapse from dizziness. On that last day I finally had a bowel movement but as you may suspect, it wasn't in the bathroom but while I was eating. it ruined my appetite and when I again asked for help the nurse got mad at me for it. And finally, not only did I never get my paperwork from the doctors during discharge but they never told us where they sent my prescription or what they were until I was being discharged. I STILL don't have my paperwork showing I have had my surgery and can change my gender markers. So I'm stuck here with a big M on all my paperwork still.

They want me to come back in 3 months to see how everything is going and honestly, I don't want to go near them ever again. 

As these last two month passed by and the swelling went down, I noticed that the my inner labia look strange and that no matter how I moved or rested, the bottom of my vulva opened causing my vagina to be constantly exposed to everything around it and fill with air. Panties didn't help because that just caught the discharge from my yeast infection and forced it to go back inside my vagina. So now I just lay here naked with a puppy pad under me at all times to catch everything because my napkins were starting to make me chaff. My clit is fused to the clitoral hood, making it impossible to go back into safety from everything rubbing it and bacteria. Can't even wear shorts because it's constantly rubbing. Most would say that is a pleasurable thing but after it goes on for hours, pleasure starts having the same affect on you as pain. It's unbearable at times.

I hope I can get in with Marci Bowers to fix it, even though I know by the time I see here my labia with be completely one.