Hey guys, gals and enby pals!

It is I, Jamie, posting yet another update on why I haven’t posted any updates. I’m making a bit of a habit of this aren’t I?

I’ve been meaning to post to update on my progress post-surgery, but keep putting it off. I actually have a draft in progress which I’ve been working on since about day 10 after surgery, but I struggle to be concise and underestimated how much detail I would want to go into. I just want to be as thorough as possible for anyone reading my posts who may be considering going through the surgery themselves and wants to know what to expect.

I will post that account eventually when I finish it, detailing the first 5 days of surgical recovery, the ones where I was recovering in the clinic. For now, I just want to to recount my last 2 months, since today marks 8 weeks since I woke up from having my bits chopped off!

As is probably expected, I will be going into light detail about sensitive areas, so if you’re squeamish I recommend you either click away or proceed cautiously.

So, without further ado…

The Clinic

I don’t want to go into too much detail, as I’ll be sharing this important point in the process in a more detailed post. Some points of note however:

The day you go under is terrifying. I initially thought I was calm about it, and to be honest the journey to the clinic was alright for me. Just chuck some earphones in and calm yourself with music. Even once the nurses are talking things over with you and checking things, it’s all good. It’s the times when you’re left to your own devices, pondering your impending fate, that really get to you. I was lying in the hospital bed with Netflix on to distract myself, but there’s something about it which you can’t distract yourself from. Waiting for the anaesthesiologist is painfully scary, as you simply don’t know when he’ll arrive, and therefore your surgery could commence in 2 hours, or it could commence in 5 minutes. The unknown is scary.

I initially thought I was calm about it, and to be honest the journey to the clinic was alright for me. Just chuck some earphones in and calm yourself with music. Even once the nurses are talking things over with you and checking things, it’s all good. It’s the times when you’re left to your own devices, pondering your impending fate, that really get to you. I was lying in the hospital bed with Netflix on to distract myself, but there’s something about it which you can’t distract yourself from. Waiting for the anaesthesiologist is painfully scary, as you simply don’t know when he’ll arrive, and therefore your surgery could commence in 2 hours, or it could commence in 5 minutes. The unknown is scary. The anaesthesiologist will keep you calm. Once you’re escorted into the surgery room, you’ll be freaking out in your head a lot. All sorts of thoughts began racing through my head. What if something goes wrong? What if there’s a power cut? What if they botch it? What if I wake up mid-surgery? Whilst Dr Chettawut will do his best to calm you – and oh man, does his voice sooth the ears I must admit, like a minor form of ASMR – the anaesthesiologist’s job is to calm you enough to get the IV drip in your arm. He kept telling me it was all ok, speaking softly and saying my name over and over to reassure me, and stroking my hand even after he inserted the IV. Something about the human contact really eases your nerves in a situation like that.

Once you’re escorted into the surgery room, you’ll be freaking out in your head a lot. All sorts of thoughts began racing through my head. Whilst Dr Chettawut will do his best to calm you – and oh man, does his voice sooth the ears I must admit, like a minor form of ASMR – the anaesthesiologist’s job is to calm you enough to get the IV drip in your arm. He kept telling me it was all ok, speaking softly and saying my name over and over to reassure me, and stroking my hand even after he inserted the IV. Something about the human contact really eases your nerves in a situation like that. You’ll remember nothing after the anaesthetic hits your arm. From the moment I could feel the anaesthetic entering my blood stream, the anaesthesiologist’s words trailed off into the distance and the next thing I know I awake in the recovery room. I don’t remember any of it, and even the moment when I was wheeled through into the recovery room and prepared for sleep is very hazy, with only flashes of it being retained in memory.

From the moment I could feel the anaesthetic entering my blood stream, the anaesthesiologist’s words trailed off into the distance and the next thing I know I awake in the recovery room. I don’t remember any of it, and even the moment when I was wheeled through into the recovery room and prepared for sleep is very hazy, with only flashes of it being retained in memory. You’re either gonna love the leg massagers or hate them. I came to quite enjoy the strange contraptions strapped to your legs to prevent blood clots, but I can see how others would detest their very existence. Think about how you feel about massages in general, and you’ll likely feel similar about this.

I came to quite enjoy the strange contraptions strapped to your legs to prevent blood clots, but I can see how others would detest their very existence. Think about how you feel about massages in general, and you’ll likely feel similar about this. A nurse sleeps in your room every night. To make sure you’re alright, a nurse will be with you in a sleeping bag on the floor all night whilst you’re in the recovery room. I never felt the need for her assistance, but it was nice to know it’s there.

To make sure you’re alright, a nurse will be with you in a sleeping bag on the floor all night whilst you’re in the recovery room. I never felt the need for her assistance, but it was nice to know it’s there. Rotate onto your sides. Trust me, your body will thank you for it. Assuming the nurses say it’s alright to do so, place one of the thick pillows they give you between your legs longways and roll gently over onto your side. You can even sleep like this if your careful. Your spine appreciates the easing of pressure, and it helps prevent bedsores.

Trust me, your body will thank you for it. Assuming the nurses say it’s alright to do so, place one of the thick pillows they give you between your legs longways and roll gently over onto your side. You can even sleep like this if your careful. Your spine appreciates the easing of pressure, and it helps prevent bedsores. The first time you walk is easier than you think. I was terrified when they told me it was time to make my way down the staircase from the recovery room to the private room. I was a little shaky on my feet, and definitely appreciated the assistance, but it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, just a little light headed mainly.

The Hotel

Once I was back in the hotel things simultaneously got better and worse. It was nice to have a view of the outside world again, although not having nurses on call 24/7 is a little scary at first. I’d strongly recommend to bring a companion on this journey if you ever go through it, as the thought of going it alone terrifies me to think about.

You’re gonna go through menopause. Yup! Funnily enough, stopping oestrogen for weeks on end after being on it non stop has a similar effect to when a cis woman’s body stops producing much oestrogen. That means I got to enjoy many of the delightful symptoms associated with “the change”, constantly feeling too hot being the most major one. I had the air-con cranked to maximum cooling in my bedroom, much to my mother’s disgust, and still I was too hot at times. It began to subside after a few weeks, but for the first while back in the hotel I constantly felt like I was going to melt.

Yup! Funnily enough, stopping oestrogen for weeks on end after being on it non stop has a similar effect to when a cis woman’s body stops producing much oestrogen. That means I got to enjoy many of the delightful symptoms associated with “the change”, constantly feeling too hot being the most major one. I had the air-con cranked to maximum cooling in my bedroom, much to my mother’s disgust, and still I was too hot at times. It began to subside after a few weeks, but for the first while back in the hotel I constantly felt like I was going to melt. Pick your hotel based on your needs, not your budget. The hotel we stayed at was The Vertical Suite, which actually is no longer an option for Chett’s patients, which despite it’s flaws is still a shame if you ask me. It filled a nice middle ground in price between the bargain basement Rama, and the expensive Dusit. Yes, our apartment was pretty run down and had seen better days, and the hygiene left a lot to be desired, but it was also the only option with a separate bedroom and living room. Since we were spending a month there, the fact that my mum and I weren’t locked into a single room together for a month really helped with our sanity. The ability to have some alone time and privacy, whilst not necessary, is definitely a strong bonus during this strenuous time. It also had a kitchen, which is a trait shared only by the cheap Rama hotel. If you want something less run down looking you’re now out of luck if you also want to be self sufficient. You’ll be ordering in food in the other hotels. It’s also directly across from one of the largest shopping malls in Asia, which might not seem useful since you’re hotel bound for the first 3 weeks, but is actually incredibly useful for your companion to get some time away as well as picking up supplies.

The hotel we stayed at was The Vertical Suite, which actually is no longer an option for Chett’s patients, which despite it’s flaws is still a shame if you ask me. It filled a nice middle ground in price between the bargain basement Rama, and the expensive Dusit. Yes, our apartment was pretty run down and had seen better days, and the hygiene left a lot to be desired, but it was also the only option with a separate bedroom and living room. Since we were spending a month there, the fact that my mum and I weren’t locked into a single room together for a month really helped with our sanity. The ability to have some alone time and privacy, whilst not necessary, is definitely a strong bonus during this strenuous time. It also had a kitchen, which is a trait shared only by the cheap Rama hotel. If you want something less run down looking you’re now out of luck if you also want to be self sufficient. You’ll be ordering in food in the other hotels. It’s also directly across from one of the largest shopping malls in Asia, which might not seem useful since you’re hotel bound for the first 3 weeks, but is actually incredibly useful for your companion to get some time away as well as picking up supplies. Download Food Panda. The app proved to be a life saver, however some distributers refuse to deliver food without a Thai phone number associated with the account, so I’d recommend getting a cheap SIM card if you can (if you’re American you’ll need a GSM phone). Being able to order food direct to your room is incredibly handy, just be wary of restaurant closure times, which can be surprisingly early for such a large and busy city. A good recommendation from another girl was the Boneless Chicken at Bon Chon, a Korean chain. Mmm, it was tasty.

The app proved to be a life saver, however some distributers refuse to deliver food without a Thai phone number associated with the account, so I’d recommend getting a cheap SIM card if you can (if you’re American you’ll need a GSM phone). Being able to order food direct to your room is incredibly handy, just be wary of restaurant closure times, which can be surprisingly early for such a large and busy city. A good recommendation from another girl was the Boneless Chicken at Bon Chon, a Korean chain. Mmm, it was tasty. Make friends. Regardless of which hotel you’re staying at, it’s always a good idea to try and make friends with other Chett patients. It helps keep you sane when you get to speak to another girl/enby who’s went through it already and can inform you of what to expect. If you’re alone or want some time away from your companion it can also stave off the feeling of isolation you will likely feel whilst your there. I noticed this to particularly be a problem for the non-english speaking patients, as they seemed to keep to themselves. If you’re over there, try to communicate and include everyone, nobody wants to feel left out or alone on this terrifying journey. Google translate works, go be someone’s friend, no matter how scary human interaction is.

Regardless of which hotel you’re staying at, it’s always a good idea to try and make friends with other Chett patients. It helps keep you sane when you get to speak to another girl/enby who’s went through it already and can inform you of what to expect. If you’re alone or want some time away from your companion it can also stave off the feeling of isolation you will likely feel whilst your there. I noticed this to particularly be a problem for the non-english speaking patients, as they seemed to keep to themselves. If you’re over there, try to communicate and include everyone, nobody wants to feel left out or alone on this terrifying journey. Google translate works, go be someone’s friend, no matter how scary human interaction is. Be careful with the first shower. This one seems to have been more specific to me, but the moment the dressings came off a showered that evening. I’m someone who rigorously shakes about and thoroughly scrubs myself when showering, and I couldn’t wait to finally wash my hair which was itchy like mad. But the motions, the continuous standing, and the movement of the catheter tube hanging out of me, it was all too much. I nearly passed out from exhaustion afterwards and I felt sick for over and hour, with a lot of discomfort around the urethra.

This one seems to have been more specific to me, but the moment the dressings came off a showered that evening. I’m someone who rigorously shakes about and thoroughly scrubs myself when showering, and I couldn’t wait to finally wash my hair which was itchy like mad. But the motions, the continuous standing, and the movement of the catheter tube hanging out of me, it was all too much. I nearly passed out from exhaustion afterwards and I felt sick for over and hour, with a lot of discomfort around the urethra. The catheter sucks. This one doesn’t need much explaining. It’s actually quite nice whilst the packing is still on, but once the packing stops holding it tightly in place, the catheter becomes your enemy. Constantly uncomfortable, constantly needing emptied, constantly getting in the way of feeling like a regular human being again.

This one doesn’t need much explaining. It’s actually quite nice whilst the packing is still on, but once the packing stops holding it tightly in place, the catheter becomes your enemy. Constantly uncomfortable, constantly needing emptied, constantly getting in the way of feeling like a regular human being again. Bring your own painkillers. This one’s a little more controversial, but generally I found that it was made clear before surgery how the pain management would be handled upon discharge form the clinic. They state “pain will be managed”, but in my experience I found that they gave you your supply of Tramadol and some paracetamol (Tylenol). There are other meds too, but those are the painkillers you get. The problem is that Tramadol is often overkill for that sort of thing, and Paracetamol is almost completely ineffective. I’ve just had major surgery, I don’t feasibly see how paracetamol is supposed to get me through that. Alas, when asked if I can get anything in the middle of the two, or even more tramadol so that I don’t worry about running out, I was told no. They can’t give more Tramadol because it’s a tightly controlled substance, and they expect you to buy your own painkillers if you need anything stronger than paracetamol. So factor that in, it was quite a surprise for us, and meds aren’t cheap in Bangkok.

This one’s a little more controversial, but generally I found that it was made clear before surgery how the pain management would be handled upon discharge form the clinic. They state “pain will be managed”, but in my experience I found that they gave you your supply of Tramadol and some paracetamol (Tylenol). There are other meds too, but those are the painkillers you get. The problem is that Tramadol is often overkill for that sort of thing, and Paracetamol is almost completely ineffective. I’ve just had major surgery, I don’t feasibly see how paracetamol is supposed to get me through that. Alas, when asked if I can get anything in the middle of the two, or even more tramadol so that I don’t worry about running out, I was told no. They can’t give more Tramadol because it’s a tightly controlled substance, and they expect you to buy your own painkillers if you need anything stronger than paracetamol. So factor that in, it was quite a surprise for us, and meds aren’t cheap in Bangkok. Don’t be an idiot. Once the catheter came out I was told I was allowed to venture across to the mall. We decided to go grab dinner one evening, but in hindsight this was a bad idea. You might think you’re ready, but unless you’re 100% sure, don’t risk it. I set back my recovery by a couple of days just from the discomfort of trying to sit at the table for dinner, and I could feel it putting a lot of strain on my stitches. Other more common sense things include not going swimming with your catheter bag. Don’t even go to the pool. Not only is it a high risk of infection for you, it’s also rude and inconsiderate to other hotel guests. I’m not joking, someone did this while I was there.

The Flights

We had two flights to get, one from Bangkok to Amsterdam, and one from Amsterdam to Glasgow. The first was almost 12 hours, whilst the second was only 1 hour 10 minutes.

Book comfy seats. There was much confusion at the check in desk, with the attendant offering to give us seats together, but not informing is that she had downgraded my seat from premium economy to a cramped regular seat. Be careful of that, we had to clarify and get me moved back. I can’t afford business, but if you can you should, it makes a world of difference. Otherwise, upgrading to a form of premium economy in the front row is still a very good option. I was plenty comfortable on the flight home and had plenty of legroom and recline. Normally I’d feel bad about reclining into someone’s space, but given the circumstances I think I’m excused this time around.

There was much confusion at the check in desk, with the attendant offering to give us seats together, but not informing is that she had downgraded my seat from premium economy to a cramped regular seat. Be careful of that, we had to clarify and get me moved back. I can’t afford business, but if you can you should, it makes a world of difference. Otherwise, upgrading to a form of premium economy in the front row is still a very good option. I was plenty comfortable on the flight home and had plenty of legroom and recline. Normally I’d feel bad about reclining into someone’s space, but given the circumstances I think I’m excused this time around. Be careful when communicating with the airline. Beforehand, I’d made KLM aware of my impending condition upon return home, and as per Chett’s instructions had informed them I’d need room to stretch my legs out. On the second flight, which was a much smaller plane with less fancy seats, they had taken this quite literally. Stretched legs meant feet up to them, and they had taken the liberty of moving us to the rear bulkhead and folding the seats in front down so we could put our feet up. For starters, this was completely unnecessary for my mum who hadn’t had surgery. More importantly though, this was actually more detrimental than helpful. If you’re like me, you’ll find sitting perfectly upright is difficult and painful, which is why reclining seats are important. Stretching your legs out is much less important to your comfort and pain relief. Being moved to the rear bulkhead removes what little recline your seat has, forcing a constant upright position, which was less than ideal. A compromise was eventually worked out where they let me lie down across the 3 seats like a bed, but the hassle it caused was something I wish I’d been aware of beforehand.

Beforehand, I’d made KLM aware of my impending condition upon return home, and as per Chett’s instructions had informed them I’d need room to stretch my legs out. On the second flight, which was a much smaller plane with less fancy seats, they had taken this quite literally. Stretched legs meant feet up to them, and they had taken the liberty of moving us to the rear bulkhead and folding the seats in front down so we could put our feet up. For starters, this was completely unnecessary for my mum who hadn’t had surgery. More importantly though, this was actually more detrimental than helpful. If you’re like me, you’ll find sitting perfectly upright is difficult and painful, which is why reclining seats are important. Stretching your legs out is much less important to your comfort and pain relief. Being moved to the rear bulkhead removes what little recline your seat has, forcing a constant upright position, which was less than ideal. A compromise was eventually worked out where they let me lie down across the 3 seats like a bed, but the hassle it caused was something I wish I’d been aware of beforehand. Be careful with your painkillers on the plane. I’ll confess, I lied to Chett and said I’d used all my Tramadol when I still had some left. I was afraid he’d take them off me, and I wanted to make sure I had the ability to make my flights as pain free as possible, after all I wouldn’t be able to lie down for about 15 hours. The problem is that I was taking a Tramadol capsule every 4 hours, but forgot about the one I’d taken at Amsterdam airport and took another upon boarding the flight. Whilst I’ll admit it was slightly fun, overdosing on prescription painkillers is not something I’d recommend to anyone. I had double vision, vertigo, dizziness, spinning vision and extreme nausea the entire flight. Despite lasting 1 hour 10 minutes, it felt like about 15 minutes to me. I managed to keep calm and stomach my nausea all the way home, but as soon as I entered my house a vomitted into the toilet. I still had poor vision and kept passing out for hours after that. 0/10, would not recommend. Be careful.

I’ll confess, I lied to Chett and said I’d used all my Tramadol when I still had some left. I was afraid he’d take them off me, and I wanted to make sure I had the ability to make my flights as pain free as possible, after all I wouldn’t be able to lie down for about 15 hours. The problem is that I was taking a Tramadol capsule every 4 hours, but forgot about the one I’d taken at Amsterdam airport and took another upon boarding the flight. Whilst I’ll admit it was slightly fun, overdosing on prescription painkillers is not something I’d recommend to anyone. I had double vision, vertigo, dizziness, spinning vision and extreme nausea the entire flight. Despite lasting 1 hour 10 minutes, it felt like about 15 minutes to me. I managed to keep calm and stomach my nausea all the way home, but as soon as I entered my house a vomitted into the toilet. I still had poor vision and kept passing out for hours after that. 0/10, would not recommend. Be careful. Be super careful with your surgical site. I felt so fine, doped up on my painkillers for the whole journey, that I must not have noticed the strain I was putting my new vag under. The first morning dilation upon my return home, I discovered I’d torn right through one of my stitches. It was lightly hanging by a few pieces of stitch thread holding two parts together, and was very tender. I later learned I’d gained an infection in this area and had to be prescribed antibiotics, 3 different ones in total, to kill off the infections. It’s alright now, but I’d rather I hadn’t burst it in the first place as it’s hampered my return to daily life.

Home

As mentioned above, due to bursting a stitch I wasn’t really ready to get back into life, which was great considering my flight back was the same day I was supposed to be returning to university. I had already expected to miss the first week, but I ended up missing the first 2 weeks due to my burst stitch.

You can finally resume HRT. Oh beloved tittle skittles, how I missed thee! Yup, once I was back in the country it was safe to take my meds again, and finally my body could return to normal soon. You don’t realise how much you miss oestrogen until you’re off it.

Yup, once I was back in the country it was safe to take my meds again, and finally my body could return to normal soon. You don’t realise how much you miss oestrogen until you’re off it. Just because you’re home doesn’t mean it’s over. Despite the urge to sink into normalcy, which to an extent you can, you’re not out of the woods. I had to adapt to dilation schedules in my own home, and I wanted to go about my life now that I was home but I still ended up spending most of my time bedbound for the first few weeks.

Despite the urge to sink into normalcy, which to an extent you can, you’re not out of the woods. I had to adapt to dilation schedules in my own home, and I wanted to go about my life now that I was home but I still ended up spending most of my time bedbound for the first few weeks. Try not to rush your recovery. If you’ve read my previous posts, you’ll know I dropped out of uni halfway through 3rd year last year. Eager not to fluff it up again this time, I was a little disgruntled at not returning. I wanted to go back by week 2, but I had to stay home. I forced myself to, to allow my body more time to heal and recover. I wanted to drive somewhere at least, so I could have a sense of freedom at least, but my mum refused to let me, and in hindsight this was probably wise as I’ve given my new bits as much time as I can to recover and heal without putting any more stress upon them than I need to.

If you’ve read my previous posts, you’ll know I dropped out of uni halfway through 3rd year last year. Eager not to fluff it up again this time, I was a little disgruntled at not returning. I wanted to go back by week 2, but I had to stay home. I forced myself to, to allow my body more time to heal and recover. I wanted to drive somewhere at least, so I could have a sense of freedom at least, but my mum refused to let me, and in hindsight this was probably wise as I’ve given my new bits as much time as I can to recover and heal without putting any more stress upon them than I need to. Invite some friends over. Yeah, if you game you can play online with them, but trust me, have friend over. Even just for a few hours. I appreciated when my best friend dropped by one day out of the blue to give me some company, and he ended up staying from about 3pm until 11pm, taking an hour to sit in my living room talking to my mum whilst I dilated. The fresh company that wasn’t my family helped bring the outside world in, and helped me feel less like a shut in hermit. It worked wonders for my mental health.

Yeah, if you game you can play online with them, but trust me, have friend over. Even just for a few hours. I appreciated when my best friend dropped by one day out of the blue to give me some company, and he ended up staying from about 3pm until 11pm, taking an hour to sit in my living room talking to my mum whilst I dilated. The fresh company that wasn’t my family helped bring the outside world in, and helped me feel less like a shut in hermit. It worked wonders for my mental health. Prepare to be pulling little bits of stitches out of your bits for a while. The stitches that are left in are dissolvable, which means they’ll slowly degrade over time. In the meantime, I get to deal with the delightful knots and clumps when they come loose but not yet removed completely. I elected to delicately cut these loose with nail scissors, but be extra careful. More than once I found I’d cut a thread which allowed the rest of them to come loose, which can sometimes merely elevate the issue rather than subdue it.

The stitches that are left in are dissolvable, which means they’ll slowly degrade over time. In the meantime, I get to deal with the delightful knots and clumps when they come loose but not yet removed completely. I elected to delicately cut these loose with nail scissors, but be extra careful. More than once I found I’d cut a thread which allowed the rest of them to come loose, which can sometimes merely elevate the issue rather than subdue it. Don’t be too eager to ditch the special pillow. Yes it’s ugly, and yes it’s not the most comfortable, but unless you feel 100% ok about sitting without it, just bring it to be safe. If anyone asks just say you broke your coccyx. On that note, it can be hard to pass that lie off if your pillow has emblazoned over it “CHETTAWUT PLASTIC SURGERY CENTRE”. Who knows what could possibly have possessed him to think it wise to advertise his very niche surgical practice on ugly butt pillows, like anyone is gonna see it and go You know, I’ve been meaning to get my dick turned into a vagina. Guess I’ll go book my flights to Thailand, good thing I seen than pillow that girl had. I digress. A good solution is the Gurli Cushion Cover from IKEA, which can be adapted to fit the horseshoe shape of the pillow quite nicely, and it’s even available in a variety of colours and only costs £1.75 at the time of writing. Look, I’m even advertising my work here! I should be on commission. Cushion Cover on Cushion Modified Gurli Cushion Cover

Yes it’s ugly, and yes it’s not the most comfortable, but unless you feel 100% ok about sitting without it, just bring it to be safe. If anyone asks just say you broke your coccyx. On that note, it can be hard to pass that lie off if your pillow has emblazoned over it “CHETTAWUT PLASTIC SURGERY CENTRE”. Who knows what could possibly have possessed him to think it wise to advertise his very niche surgical practice on ugly butt pillows, like anyone is gonna see it and go You know, I’ve been meaning to get my dick turned into a vagina. Guess I’ll go book my flights to Thailand, good thing I seen than pillow that girl had. I digress. A good solution is the Gurli Cushion Cover from IKEA, which can be adapted to fit the horseshoe shape of the pillow quite nicely, and it’s even available in a variety of colours and only costs £1.75 at the time of writing. Look, I’m even advertising my work here! I should be on commission. Your vagina will finally start to look more normal. Well, assuming you don’t have a gaping hole in the side of it like I did. But that’s rare if you’re careful. Around the 6/7 week mark post op, I finally started to see a much less swollen and subdued beast which looked much more like the desired outcome. And it’s a nice feeling to be able to look at it and go that’s my vagina. I feel proud in a weird way, even though it wasn’t me that made it.

And that concludes my brief update on my current status post-op. I’m mostly off painkillers now, taking some paracetamol every now and then, and I’m back at uni most days now, although I struggle to get up early enough to make first lectures. Dilation really messes up your schedule. Overall I’m happier now than I was before, and I can only continue to get better. Hopefully things will continue to improve and I’ll try and remember to keep this updated with my progress.

Until next time folks!