I should probably tell you why I’m in the hospital.
A little more than a week ago, on Saturday, I woke up here to discover that the afternoon before I’d had a sex-change operation. I was really groggy at first and couldn’t tell if it was a dream or what. Pretty soon I started feeling the pain. Then Dr. Vidal, that motherfucker Louis, came by and asked me how I was doing. That was when I knew it wasn’t a nightmare.
I tried to scream at him but my throat was so dry that nothing came out. I felt like I was living inside one of the fiction stories that started me down this slope.