Only one drain was removed today.
Fudge cake later, took some of the sting out of that disappointment. I was excited to show the surgeon what a great job she did, and thank her. She was very impressed with her work! She asked me if I was crying, and I told her that my eyes might be leaking, and that I have waited only 43 years to finally see my chest. I think I saw a light bulb flicker above her head, very briefly, and I think the reality of gender dysphoria became a little bit more clearer to her. My reserved, stoic surgeon, smiled, giggled and became almost playful as she helped the nurse practitioner finish up dressing my nipples. I am such a lucky guy!