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Structural secondary post traumatic open reconstructive rhinoplasty - Part I
Seven days after Dr C\'s fabulous procedure undertaken with all the talent of the Tijuana Dream Team, I went into the hospital for an overnight stay following intensive reconstructive facial surgery.
I chose after a lot of difficult research the best specialist in Europe who wrote the bible of Rhinoplasty and was specialized in the most difficult cases. I had had a bad accident being hit across the face by an oar (not a paddle) during a Whitewater rafting expedition. I was in charge of the supply raft and it was some young reckless kid who seemed to purposely ignore my warnings who buried the oar in the riverbed rocks propelling all the river\'s strength in the rapids into my face when the oar hit me. Had I been any closer it might have knocked off my head, fortunately a group of medical students arrived hours later at our shoreside camp and they sewed up my facial lesions as best they good given my elephant man head shape.
After this I had nose surgery where in the stone ages of rhinoplasty the general surgeon of the local hospital did what he could. But my face with the years had since taken the toll of the years and his handiwork was looking more and more sloppy. Since my septum had been reduced to smithereens, the national health plan took on some of the cost of this surgery.
My surgeon after the intervention, one who gets patients airlifted in as he is best at the most difficult accident cases, said in all his career he had never seen such a mess. Instead of the scheduled one and a half hours of open surgery he spent six hours in the operating block trying to patch me up. He showed pictures of my tip he couldn\'t hope to reuse or reshape as it has be too damaged. Fortunately he has pioneered many techniques he shares worldwide at international conferences and did whatever he could to make things right.
I woke up the next morning surrounded with pretty nurses who startled me as they were so touchingly affectionate although I looked like the Mummy from outer space. They had me under oxygen as my respiration had gone down to 24% oxygen after the surgery. The doctor finding no useable cartilage where he had expected had to slice open one ear to remove a slab and stitch it up later.
I felt like the teacher\'s pet for the first time since high school, but with quite a few lovely teachers around pandering to my comfort and making small talk. I secretly hoped they had seen the results of the rhinoplasty and had found me cute, probably no such luck. My lady friend says they must have peeked under my gown, as that is part of the hospital culture in France where they are notoriously kinky. So I wonder if they hadn\'t been admiring Dr C\'s handiwork?
In the morning they had me wait a full hour bandaged up like an Egyptian mummy, in the lobby as the secretaries on duty only would process admissions and not hospital releases. Once the proper person had arrived, I was released and able to drive my own car to the clinic where I was to be getting eye surgery in just one hour...
HC

*MOD: Please move to correct forum if need be. I think this would be the right one though..*
After lurking around and reading the experiences that you have gone through, I feel that maybe I shouldn\'t be scared to share my own...
Growing up, I was an avid church participant. By the time I was in the 8th grade, I was already the youth praise leader and taught my own bible study class. I also attended church 3-4 evenings and 6 mornings a week. If you haven\'t guess by now, I had decided at an early age that I would be \'saving myself\' for the right person.Over the next couple years, I turned down quite a few hotties because I thought it was the right thing to do. Its actually quite surprising as I wasn\'t blessed with good looks, a nice body, or even a middle class family. I eventually became the straight guy that treated girls with so much respect that I had dozens of girls sleep over in my bed and not once did I try ANYTHING ever. However all the homies just assumed I was some \'pimp\' because girls would never make a fuss when hopping in the same bed with me regardless of how sober/drunk/high they were.Then beginning of junior year, my nonexistent sex life took a sharp turn towards \'40 Year Old Virgin\' status when I developed a weird lump on my balls. Had a doctor check it out and he believed at the time that it might possibly be some sort of testicular cancer. He basically handed me a bottle of pills and told me to continuously monitor and come back regularly. This obviously is frightening news to any male, regardless of age. However by that time in my life, I was living on my own already and had no one to talk to. I made the mistake of confiding in a couple of the homies about my dilemma after swearing them to secrecy. It was actually almost funny how I had met up with the doctor during a lunch time appointment to find out nothing was wrong. I was walking on cloud 9 as I returned to school and ran into 5-6 popular hot girls that I was friends with. Then horror struck like a hot knife into the chest as one of them walks up to me and tells me that she/they heard about my \'problem\'. When I casually asked what she was talking about, she glanced down at my crotch and said,\'ya know..\'. Then the rest of the girls all offer their condolences and believe my statement that I had just received a clean bill of health as nothing more than denial.I slowly stopped hanging out with pretty much everyone from that circle of friends and sought out new ones. By this time in my life, I was a little worried about lack of technique as everyone I knew had been having sex for years while I was just starting to open up to the idea. By then my very limited knowledge/experience I had was from what I heard from other guys and the 1 or 2 pornos I had seen. The girls I started hanging out with weren\'t sluts as they were very loyal to their boyfriends but man they sure loved to talk about sex and penis size. From those conversations, I figured that the ideal penis size was somewhere between 6-8 inches. Too bad that left me a bit short (little pun intended) at 4 inches..This new insight that I might not only be lacking in experience/skill but also the \'proper equipment\' was definitely not something that helped build confidence. I told myself that size wasn\'t THAT important and being a good mate would be more important in getting a quality chick. I focused on work and my car (like to modify cars as a hobby) for years. Over the last couple years, I tried DHT and some \'namebrand\' pills along with manual exercises. The only one that MIGHT have possible done anything was the pills as I started being able to measure to 4.25 - 4.5. Well now I\'m not too far from 30, still have a small dick, very little experience and pretty negative ones at that. I haven\'t gone into detail but if you guys want, I can post up some of my \'stories/experiences\'. I guess I feel a little better knowing that I\'m not the only one. Though some of you apparently haven\'t had it as bad as others.. *cough*SizeMic*cough* kidding.. kind of. lol.Sorry if this was long.. It was planned to be a short intro but once I got typing, it felt good opening up what had been a dark nightmare for so long. I\'m definitely interested in the PMMA route. Had a couple questions I was hoping to get answered. I\'ll leave that for another time though. Thanks for taking the time to read this and have a nice day.