wow, sorry this happened.
But did you really break your nails? Isn't that an emergency? I don't understand why you went to the gym if you broke your nails.
and what is the "60 day's time" about? 
Hey im aswell sorry that happened but be brave and keep your head up.
Don't beat yourself for what happened it's always part of the experience and always every patient have some kind of problems.
Good luck i hope for the best.
Quote from: SAD on August 05, 2016, 03:43:24 PMwow, sorry this happened.
But did you really break your nails? Isn't that an emergency? I don't understand why you went to the gym if you broke your nails.
and what is the "60 day's time" about?
Sorry that I'm such a drama queen. No I didn't break any nails, mentally and emotionally, I finally broke down. I thought I was strong and brave and didn't realize that I'd capitulate so easily.
60 days is the end of the 'official' lengthening programme, but of course one can continue to one's desired height and physio etc. In my delirium, I thought I could do my limb lengthening remotely, like a distance-learning-course:). So if I could perform all the exercises in the Guichet book and click according to his demanding schedules, then I couldn't be bothered to meet up. On that last note, BOY AM I WRONG! Guichet summoned me to his office the next day at 8AM... 
Quote from: Unicorn888 on August 05, 2016, 04:00:21 PMSorry that I'm such a drama queen.
It's fine, that is your diary and expressing yourself probably gave you some kind of emotional relief.
I'm interested what guichet will tell you doe lol.
Why would you want to do it remotely? That would be lonely and boring (Sorry cat). Get your ass up and meet with others. Share your experience, talk, socialize. Do you have any concerns? Talk to Guichet or anyone who has the knowledge. Why are you lenghening? Just so you can see your cat from higher above? No! You wan'na be taller to feel better around people and that's gooing to happen in 2 months, TWO MONTHS! Hell, you better start practicing some pick up lines with the boys. fk it, you won't need pick up lines, they will be all over you. If I was there I'd drag you along to the meets ups, phisyo, etc.
Sorry dudette, but you'll have a much better life pretty soon so start getting used to it. Don't waste your time at home.
Quote from: NoRegrets on August 05, 2016, 04:16:01 PMHell, you better start practicing some pick up lines with the boys. fk it, you won't need pick up lines, they will be all over you.
This made me giggle.
Anyway,
Unfortunate you're having a bad time, unicorn.
It's what you signed up for though. Hang in there.
What did guichet say at your 8am meet?
oh alright. That is indeed relieving. The way you put it it seemed like the doctor and physio had abandoned you. it's you who doesn't want to see them ? haha
anyway stay tough! this is part and parcel of LL.
Dear, oh Dear. It sounds dreadful! I'm so sorry. Thank you, Unicorn. I needed to read this. I for one, really appreciate the graphic detail, the psychodrama & the despair, in your account. It's both informative & entertaining in a vicarious, hair-raising sort of way. I'm fascinated & appalled: I simply can't wait for the next instalment... I'm not having a Schadenfreudegasm, honest. It's like someone just chucked ice water in my face, or slapped me & I suddenly, genuinely perceived, for the first time, actually what the Hell I was contemplating doing to myself... respect lady. My respect!
J+10
Having failed to make any appointments since the surgery, I was super determined to beat Guichet to his office at 8am. I got up at 6am, and got into a black cab at 7:15am. I did beat him and the first thing he tells me is, "ah, it's you! I've nothing in my files, my server is down, so which leg was it that was problematic again?"
We went through a thorough yet routine Q&A about my pain level, quality of life, eating, farting, pooing, medication, sleep, company - he emphasizes a lot on mental health as he always says, that's the only way to grow taller. Strong will power in the face of abject pain.
Then came the 'physical exam again'. I shuddered as he casually lifted and bent my leg (again with no hesitation or empathy) and pushed my knee against my ear (is this even legal?!) and said, "ok, good to go, see you on Aug 16th". Then I got an earful (as in he pulled my ears) for not showering for 2 weeks (at first I thought he could smell me until I realized that my chest was still riddled with the familiar round but very dirty sticky markings of the hospital electrodes ), for not showing up at physio after 1 week post surgery, for not filling in my online diaries (which he monitors) and for drifting towards the dark side.
Anyway, saved by the bell, one of the other 2 patients who were operated in the same week as me was in excruciating pain, so I got booted out quite swiftly 
He was met with a punch in the gut by Doc G for daring to show up in a WHEELCHAIR! Never do that I tell you future patients. Nothing angers him more. I could see him hurling the wheelchair along with my broken friend out the window.
Anyway, went home. Had to go back out again for 2pm 'first' physio. But in the meantime, let's go back to where I last left off...
This is where I tell you about what I had not expected from leg lengthening, not the pain from growing legs (for now). It's EVERYTHING else. Your back hurts from slouching, your bum hurts for sitting all day, every part of your body from your neck, shoulders, elbows, in between groin, are tender and sensitive and your heart is palpitating too fast (that's why they give you diazepam), you're so feverish your face actually numbs... all because (I'm told) your body still can't figure out how you broke both legs (and it's not buying that unintelligible rock climbing freak accident story either), and the massive construction work to be undertaken by your body army into the near future.
Also, it's all a rolling snowball... I thought I'd be reading, watching movies, writing a NYT bestseller cat coffee table book - woohoo! NOT! Your stomach is devouring you alive from the inside because of the painkillers, your gut has nothing to digest, you're nauseous, no appetite nor can you keep anything down or in, malnourishment sets in and your strength reduces to zero (sometimes not enough to form a full sentence, and I'm one loquacious cat).
You've no more flora and fauna in your stomach, so whatever you force down your throat goes through a trial and error digestive tract (it's like an intestinal reboot). I ordered up all my fav foods in the whole world (yes, I'm white trash) - Domino's American Hot pizza (yeah, gave me 6 hours of diahhrea - mozzarella duh!), KFC spicy chicken wings (diahhrea - spicy says it all duh!), kimchi soup (diahhrea - fermented AND spicy duh!), ice cream (diahhrea - full dairy duh!), Starbucks Skinny Latte (diahhrea - more dairy albeit from skinny cows duh!), pomegranates (diahhrea - too many seeds duh!), carrot juice (diahhrea - too orange colored duh!), hot chocolate (diahhrea - fake creamer duh!), fish & chips (diahhrea - tartare sauce duh!), you get the point. But my learning curve has been a bit flat due to the lack of nourishment to my mental faculties, so pls excuse yours sincerely.
So here I am, no leg troubles whatsover, but my body is in shock alternating from feverish hallucinations to teeth rattling frostbite, all within the same room temperature. My body felt like it was being fed into a thin potato mandolin. In front, I'm bowled over from my stomach acid burning and churling, while my spine and butt hurt so much I'm arched backwards to compensate - I'm struggling to appease these two enraged battling postures.
Of course, being the lazy ass Amazon trigger happy consumer that I am, I came up with the idea of getting disposable bedpans - screw it, I risk so much racing to the toilet a 100 times a day, I'd rather just blast off right in bed and my helper will just have to nurse me professionally, like at Princess Grace 
Well, blast off I did, but the bedpan cracked under the full throttle and it went pancake flat under me. This was one of my low points. And only last night, I completely missed my Ziplock bag and peed all over my bicycle (now that's a good hygienically acceptable reason to set it on fire - yay!). The stench of chemical is unbearable. It's not even the reek of your dodgy alley urine, it's sweet, clean and all too synthetic. That's what makes this such a vicious cycle, the chemical of all things.
The other low was my second night at the hospital, peeing all over myself in the middle of the night and nobody dared venture into my room to change my sheets because I was in so much pain (and something silly about me hissing in a deep, male voice, 360 degree neck flexibility, and green puke trajectory). Anyway, the good doc on night duty noted on the board on my door, "Pain and pee management needed - and an exorcist please".
Found this very informative article on PAIN
https://www.nos.org.uk/file/living-with-osteoporosis-factsheets/Pain-relieving-drugs-after-fractures.pdf
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