Leg Shortening 2014 -Dr. Sarin- olivetree

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hello Olivetree , hope everything is going well with you..


QuoteI though you were like, 6 foot when I met you", "you should model", and countless other things that are hard to mention INSTANTLY ruined my day

Really..? I always think this could be compliment ..

to tell the truth my best friend is  170-168cm, and I used to make fun of her because of her height, I know that I was bad person and so on.. but I had this thing I don't know what they call it  which is combination of jealousy and  self defense by attacking others for being insecure about yourself..

I even convinced her that she should not wear heels in her life, and she has very tiny chance with dating men "surprisingly, other girls were 100% agree with me" ..  and whenever I felt bad for her I used to tell her that she is look like model.. Now that I know that this is wasn't compliment I feel that I'm really awful.. I may buy for her pair of heels when I'll go back to home...

anyway.. your height is really amazing.. but if you think you'll feel much better about your life after this surgery then just go for it "obviously you did"  and stay strong ..
 

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These shady sisters lowered my epidural to 3.0 JUST as I was falling asleep:/ I woke up twice with pain. They gave me a pain killer which helped slightly. I just had to practice that mind over matter trick to help me sleep. It's 10 am now and I'm still at 3.0. It's a throbbing, dull burning pain but bearable I guess. Tonight I'm gonna be off the epidural for good and pain meds will be intravenous thru my hand.
My feet are still numb and I can barely move my big toes back and forth. One of the docs says that they'll go back to normal after the epidural is gone. I hope so. I keep bugging him with all my fears and worries and he just laughs and says "can't you ever think of anything happy? You're okay!" So I guess I should just chillax, otherwise I'm gonna kill my legs with stress.   

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Quote from: Disobedient on January 15, 2014, 10:54:08 PMhello Olivetree , hope everything is going well with you..


Really..? I always think this could be compliment ..

to tell the truth my best friend is  170-168cm, and I used to make fun of her because of her height, I know that I was bad person and so on.. but I had this thing I don't know what they call it  which is combination of jealousy and  self defense by attacking others for being insecure about yourself..

I even convinced her that she should not wear heels in her life, and she has very tiny chance with dating men "surprisingly, other girls were 100% agree with me" ..  and whenever I felt bad for her I used to tell her that she is look like model.. Now that I know that this is wasn't compliment I feel that I'm really awful.. I may buy for her pair of heels when I'll go back to home...

anyway.. your height is really amazing.. but if you think you'll feel much better about your life after this surgery then just go for it "obviously you did"  and stay strong ..

Thanks, Disobedient:) I too had that kind of problems from short girls making me feel inferior to them. I'm not sure if they were cky about their petite stature or if they were jealous of me. Either way it really messed me up.
Good luck on your crazy journey too!

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Quote from: olivetree on January 15, 2014, 03:01:32 PMBigfaker! Hi! I was actually trying to see your diary today but I guess it really is true sysop banned the IP address of not just the guesthouse but the hospital too. Loser.

I'll PM you about this.
And actually, I only found your story 'cause a friend told me some of the conspiracy nerds were talking ish about me over here. So I signed up and...I guess I popped my LL Forum ch*rry on your diary. Damn...that's hella rude, huh?....oh well, you knew I was a vulgar muthaf*cka, anyway 

Quote from: olivetree on January 15, 2014, 03:01:32 PMYou're right about this, however turning on my charm and being in a pitiful state has made me comfortable with them and they me. They even called me "so sweet and cute!" Hehe. But can I ask w.t.f is up with the no gloves thing? They seem to only wanna wear them when they wash me or dump my pee. The sanitation standards here are so lax compared to the states. I'm so used to everything disinfected and extreme medical safety procedures. I asked for a bandaid after they took my blood(my least favorite thing to do in the world) and their simple answer was "no need" and used their bare hands to throw away my bloody cottonball. Kinda like there's "no need" for backseat seat belts.

Know what else is weird? The hospital hierarchy. You remember how nurses in the US will do pretty much anything that needs to be done?: help cleaning up messes, bring you coffee, talk to you when you're upset, all the way up to injecting meds? Here, it seemed like the sisters couldn't even pick up a piece of trash that fell on the ground -- RIGHT in the middle of the floor -- because it was not their job. They always left it for the cleaning guys...almost like a carryover from the caste system.

Quote from: olivetree on January 16, 2014, 04:30:57 AMMy feet are still numb and I can barely move my big toes back and forth. One of the docs says that they'll go back to normal after the epidural is gone. I hope so. I keep bugging him with all my fears and worries and he just laughs and says "can't you ever think of anything happy? You're okay!" So I guess I should just chillax, otherwise I'm gonna kill my legs with stress.   

Quote from: olivetree on January 15, 2014, 03:07:38 PMThe psychological struggle of all this is very real. I'm isolated in my room for hours at a time. My tv doesn't have any signal but I don't care to call anyone to fix it cause I'd be watching foreign channels I don't understand. I've cried a few times from the pain and just questioning the absurdity of having to put myself through this hell.

Yeah, definitely just stay calm, remember you have a goal, and are working toward it. I have definitely run into patients who might be messing themselves up with extreme negativity. Hey, here's a pick-me-up for you (though you are undoubtedly too young to know this cheesy 80s song). It cracks me up to think of the lyrics literally (as a patient):


Anyway, hit me up if you need any India tips. I may not have been here that long, but I have a pretty good survey going on which food takeout joints are decent. Besides, we Uhmurrkins abroad need to stick together! 

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Quote from: Bigfaker on January 16, 2014, 09:28:01 AM
Know what else is weird? The hospital hierarchy. You remember how nurses in the US will do pretty much anything that needs to be done?: help cleaning up messes, bring you coffee, talk to you when you're upset, all the way up to injecting meds? Here, it seemed like the sisters couldn't even pick up a piece of trash that fell on the ground -- RIGHT in the middle of the floor -- because it was not their job. They always left it for the cleaning guys...almost like a carryover from the caste system.

I actually didn't see too much of this? The cleaning people were ladies and nurses actually helped them make my bed and stuff. Like I said i think my hospital pwned yours  But about the tv watching I noticed they ALL get distracted by it lol!

QuoteYeah, definitely just stay calm, remember you have a goal, and are working toward it. I have definitely run into patients who might be messing themselves up with extreme negativity. Hey, here's a pick-me-up for you (though you are undoubtedly too young to know this cheesy 80s song). It cracks me up to think of the lyrics literally (as a patient):


Anyway, hit me up if you need any India tips. I may not have been here that long, but I have a pretty good survey going on which food takeout joints are decent. Besides, we Uhmurrkins abroad need to stick together! 

HAHAHA I'm actually pretty partial toward 80's anything but I admit never heard this song before.

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Okay people brace yourselves. It's about to get real sexy up in here.




Okay my legs are NOT that big, for the record. I have been swelled up since surgery, so about 6 days now. Plus take into account my leg insides are all 1 inch mushed up. I haven't visibly seen a reduction but I know its going down, slowly but surely. My right foot is reminiscent of an obese woman's, and it's extremely uncomfortable to put any kind of pressure on it. As you can see my left foot is less swollen but it's tipped over to the right. I have no idea for this and have been trying to correct it while I sleep. I think it all has to do with the swelling though.


Yuck. That little nick is from the first night I went full blown spastic and took a razor to my dressings because they felt too tight. I didn't even feel it lol and the nurse looked scared.

The incisions are really not as bad as I pictured. Some are better looking than others by far but overall very minimally invasive. The staples were put in pretty crudely though. They're starting to itch under the bandages and I think that means they're healing yay! Still another week till they come out.

As much as I hated being at the hospital I was actually starting to get used to it and now I miss being there. I just hate hospitals in general. But the bed was comfier than the one I have now, the tv was better, I was forced to eat, if I dropped something or needed something across the room all I had to do was summon a nurse by the click of the button. The two girls who did the night shift during the week were my favorite (Uh but totally have no idea what there names were). Everyone else I hated. The day before I left they were trying to change my IV catheter in my hand to the other one cause it was starting to swell and hurt and risked getting an infection. It was for pain meds but I insisted I didn't need them and could bear through the light pain there was during the night. In my mind getting a needle poked through your vein is worse than a night full of LS pain.  They kept bugging me to do it though and insisted it would just be once.
These bitches stabbed my veins 3 times, unsuccessful. After the third f-ed up try I could feel the panic rise in my chest and I couldn't help but start bawling and just said 'No' really firmly. They left me alone after that.

I'm at the hotel now where I guess eventually everyone will be going along with the other ones like it. It just looks like a big house. It probably looks like the guesthouse inside. My room is drab but alright I suppose. Solid 3/5 for India. The place reeks of Indian food though and not the good kind lol. Its cold in here too but you have to ask for a space heater and they'll bring you one. I didn't know this the last time. The beds uncomfortable and no sheets but what can ya do. The thing that really sucks about being here though is I can't. f**king. walk. And I'm alone. No maids or anyone to help me, and I'm not asking the dudes that work here to do anything. I have to slide onto a chair off my bed and attempt to wheel my ass across the room using only my spaghetti arms. My guns is seriously bout to be buff as fuq. I got a little phone from Dr. Sahil and he told me to tell the dudes here to get me whatever I wanted which is kind of weird to me since they're just staff at a hotel and don't work directly with Sarin. I guess this is normal behavior though because when I brought this up Sahil just simply said, "so what?" lmao.

I'm gonna use this to get me some fruits though. I know I should be eating more but I'm trying to save cheddar. Breakfast is free but everything else you pay for. Apparently the guest house provides dinner but last night they brought me some godawful chicken leg curry soup thing that was not appealing even if I wasn't a vegetarian. I normally only eat twice a day with snacks in between anyway but I know I should be having more balanced meals to help my leggys

Anyway I'm bored of writing lol. Just trying to give everyone an idea of what it's gonna be like post-guesthouse. And hopefully this reaches any potential leg shorteners lurking the interwebz:) I know I wish I had someone to guide me through this.

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omfg! Totes forgot to show you guys my epic, nacrapy, battle bruises!


Look at that bad boy. It's splotched darker underneath the knees too. Which btw I can only bend about halfway. In due time my friends!

My cute hot pink hospital bracelet before surgery and manicured nails may they RIP.



Yummy alcohol drank. Had to loosen up the night before the massacre.



 

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I wore the pink hospital bracelet for 3 months. It became brown......


So now you're 5'6??

How loose does your tendons and muscle feel?

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Quote from: Sweden on January 19, 2014, 02:23:17 PMI wore the pink hospital bracelet for 3 months. It became brown......

Mmm what did you do with your bracelet, i have an idea, maybe you were eating some chocolate with it...OR... you put your hands were you shouldn't...HA HA!
Ok thats not funny i know.
Wow girl you are so badass ! 
Looks like it hurts...
Stay strong Olivator 

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Haha gross! I wanted to keep mine but they cut it before I even had a chance to object.

No I'm about 5'4".5-5'5" now. Maybe less when I go back home from spine compression? How long does that usually last for you guys?  I haven't had a chance to see myself at my height yet since I'm disabled at the moment.

My tendons and muscles feel really nasty! If that's in fact what I'm feeling grinding around in there. Almost whenever I moved something's cracking or rubbing. Does that go away? My legs just feel tight. When I poke them they're really hard too. Hawt.