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Looks like this but with a flesh tube
Megathread SRS and GRS surgeons and associated horrors - the medical community of experimental surgeons, the secret community of home butchers
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Tentacle Dick/Gruffin is now pioneering "gender affirming dialysis". I should have expected this to eventually happen, what with all the urinary problems so many of them have after getting butchered. It's still terrible to see someone so young look worse than people I saw in the chemo chair, though.
I'll give her one thing....at least dialysis really is "life saving"*. The other shit she's done to get to this point? Not so much.
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* - life saving as in it will give her a few more years, maybe, but the quality of her life is going to seriously suck.
I'll give her one thing....at least dialysis really is "life saving"*. The other shit she's done to get to this point? Not so much.
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* - life saving as in it will give her a few more years, maybe, but the quality of her life is going to seriously suck.
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That’s called lymphedema, where lymphatic fluid isn’t draining properly. That’s why she’s lost a bit of hand function. Let’s see what else this obese pooner is setting herself up for, according to the Mayo Clinic:
Or she could, you know, wear a compression glove, which also handily helps protect you from the small nicks in your skin that can end in serious infection. She’s also fat, which seems to be linked with more risk of complications. Even if she avoids serious complications, her full hand function isn’t coming back if she doesn’t treat it, and possibly not even then. It will probably just get worse.
It’s a small point given the other horrible and stupid things she’s done to her body, but this one is so simple to manage, has serious consequences if she doesn’t, and she won’t even do that.
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It is an interesting thing though, the willingness to do these invasive procedures that horrifically mutilate the body, but not being willing to do basic things to take care of themselves afterwards. One thing that puts the lie to the idea that this is "healthcare". Even that neuropathy line that she has is horrifying, obviously she has probably untreated, or badly managed, diabetes, and she's taking the lack of sensation as a good thing, as though that's not a huge extra danger with things like surgery because you can't feel when something is wrong. Your pain signals no longer function right, so there can be extensive damage going on, or infection, and you don't notice it until it's too late and they have to cut off the leg.
If there's one thing that this thread consistently surprises me on is the pure ignorance that these people have when it comes to their own bodies or the danger that they are in. Despite being medicalized for years, they seem to have absolutely no understanding, it's wild because you figure that the surgeons and doctors are consulting should at least be giving them some information on the risks
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What gets me is that I have a relative that's been on dialysis for quite some time and needs multiple organ transplants and they look healthier than her. It's crazy how much she has messed up her life while chasing the dragon when she could just have led a normal life if her mental issues were properly addressed.
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How can you fuck up this bad. RoadKind4242
7 weeks post-op top surgery
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I'm thinking this is another surgeon who intentionally did a bad job so she could wring insurance of more money.
7 weeks post-op top surgery
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So I got top surgery almost 8 weeks ago. These are my results.
I am unhappy with my sides. They have become painful and uncomfortable to sleep on. I try sleeping on my back, sides and stomach and it’s all painful. Surgeon told me to continue binding, especially while sleeping but it doesn’t feel like it’s helping at all.
I’m concerned that something else may be going on under my skin. The surgeon did say I will need a revision, but I can’t get that until at least 6 months after the original surgery date. I’m just not sure if I can go another almost 4 months with not being able to sleep.
I’ve messaged my doctor to see what can be done but this is making me feel really bad. I don’t even want to look at myself. I’m trying to find the silver lining in all this which is the fact that I no longer have a chest, but these side boobs are not helping the dysphoria.
I am unhappy with my sides. They have become painful and uncomfortable to sleep on. I try sleeping on my back, sides and stomach and it’s all painful. Surgeon told me to continue binding, especially while sleeping but it doesn’t feel like it’s helping at all.
I’m concerned that something else may be going on under my skin. The surgeon did say I will need a revision, but I can’t get that until at least 6 months after the original surgery date. I’m just not sure if I can go another almost 4 months with not being able to sleep.
I’ve messaged my doctor to see what can be done but this is making me feel really bad. I don’t even want to look at myself. I’m trying to find the silver lining in all this which is the fact that I no longer have a chest, but these side boobs are not helping the dysphoria.
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What’s that bright red thing just above the ”vaginal“ opening a lot of these people have? I’ve noticed this a lot and have no idea what it is.
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Hypergranulation tissue.
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She now has two muffin tops instead of one
I won’t pretend the front view demonstrates excellent surgery, or her surgeon is saintly, but it’s a weird place to have a huge amount of fat or breast tissue and not remove it. There are scars, suggesting the surgeon did go round the sides as they’re meant to. She also says these have become painful, suggesting an evolving situation. If they were already there, why would they hurt?
I’m wondering if, instead of leftover breast bits, these are actually swellings from fluid build-up AKA seroma. They are uneven, seemingly a different colour from the armpit to the bottom of the swelling, and in the right spot for seroma. She’s clearly fat, which is a risk factor. Drains post-op can counter it, but only for a week or so (any longer and there’s an infection risk). Seroma can reabsorb by itself, be drained, or treated surgically. The compression from a binder might help reabsorption if she gives it time, but she won’t.
Against this is the planned revision. But i don’t think it’s to fix this swelling; it could just be to fix the sad nipples and general shitshow at the front, with drainage (if still needed) thrown in.
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I've always thought the hand situation isn't going to end well for a lot of these tifs... Who would have thought the skin on your arm had a purpose and shouldn't be removed?
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Kidney failure is going to kill a lot of these girls. Messing with their urinary system like that is a one way ticket to significant kidney damage.
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You know those pooner arms that look like they've been flayed by Buffalo Bill while leaving a strangely intact hand behind?
They actually do look like the BB victims from the actual movie:
Life imitates art, huh?
They actually do look like the BB victims from the actual movie:
Life imitates art, huh?
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Damn that sequel to "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids!" sounds like its gonna be weird as fuck.
Theres no fucking way that wasn't deliberate.
These Fleshcrafters are sharks. He's deliberately done a half assed job so he can milk her insurance.
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Tranny gets SRS with a fleshcrafter, is surprised that his necrotic “clit” fell off and he can’t pee.
Honestly, experiences like these should be farmed for horror movies. For the TLDR, here’s a couple highlights:
1 year post op with Praful Ramineni. A painful ongoing journey.
I went with Dr Ramineni primarily because he 1) could get me in quickly (initial phone call to surgery was only like 2.5 months), 2) he didn't require hair removal, and 3) an acquaintance had hers done by him and was very pleased. The hair wouldn't have been a huge deal, but my first choice in surgeon was Dr Selph, who also didn't require removal. When he moved locations and couldn't get operating privileges, I couldn't mentally afford to take that much of a backwards step when finding a new doctor.
Initial surgery: the pre op staff at GW hospital were very kind. The anesthesiologist who put in the epidural was amazing. I met Dr Ramineni for the first time there, and while he was very warm, not having any in person pre op appointments, in hindsight, should have given me pause. Propofol is a helluva drug and I wake up to intense pain, unfortunately a harbinger of things to come. When I'm transferred up to the recovery floor, my experiences with the staff changes sharply. The nurses were aloof at best and incredibly neglectful. Those few days were quite simply awful. Also ... that little warning of "there may be some swelling" ... JFC, that was an understatement. When the pressure bandage came off, it was like a beach ball had been inflated in my crotch. It was almost comical. Almost. The physical therapy tech that got me walking again was awesome, and the food was legit good, but when I finally left, my sanity had definitely frayed a little from the nursing staff.
Initial recovery: Ever seen "A Knights Tale"? Remember Alan Tudyk's character yelling "PAIN, LOTS OF PAIN!" Yeah. That. Between the extreme swelling and what I'm pretty confident was an under dosing of narcotics, it was all pain. When the catheter came out, learning how to pee again was .. interesting. When it came time for the 15 hour drive home, I was already out of pain meds. Had to find some thc and flexoril to make me ptfo. Thc gummies were the only thing that kept pain manageable when I got home. Dilation was what it was and everything was gross and oozey. Things sucked, but they were a little better each day.
Initial complications: A little past the one month mark, things really felt like they were turning a corner. Then I woke up feeling a little under the weather one day. What started as "a little blah" rapidly decompensated. I had an unrelated medical appointment that day, and the provider told me that I looked like shit (nicely) and that I should go to the ER. I do as advised and think that I might just stay overnight and get some fluids. I was VERY wrong. I wound up receiving some fairly nuclear antibiotics and underwent emergency exploratory surgery. It turns out that my clitoris had gone necrotic and it and some surrounding tissue had to be removed. I did NOT take that well, but I was also pretty close to septic shock, so at least I was alive. I wound up being hospitalized for 18 days. To add injury to injury, the antibiotics severely damaged my kidneys. I was forced onto dialysis for two months while they recovered. My five week recovery had turned into 4 months.
Infection part 2: Just as I'm about to head back to work, I feel a little off again. I am understandably paranoid about infection and head to the ER again. I wind up in the hospital for another week. I am adamant with the doctors about using less aggressive antibiotics and to monitor my kidneys closely. Physical crisis averted, but the entire stay was very triggering from all the trauma of round one.
Life goes on: I get back to work, and the world keeps turning. I am trying to reconcile not having a clitoris and start looking for solutions. I haven't seemed to lose much depth at this point but it has been impossible to move up from the purple dilator and even that is getting tough. I am also developing some issues urinating. I communicate with Dr Ramineni and he talks about some easy fixes and doesn't indicate that there is any hurry with anything. I am a little gun-shy regarding surgery so I just try to live a little bit. A dear friend had been working with the Crane Center and indicated that there might be a real fix for my clit. I start reaching out to them.
New years: Urination is getting steadily more difficult. I'm getting a little worried, but there are good days too, so maybe it's just swelling or uti or something. One weekend in Feb I get home and my pads are soaked in blood. Not light spotting. Soaked. Fuck. Things have gone from being difficult to urinate to impossible. Not good. Reeeeeely bad.
Hospital, round 3: I head to the ER, again, and tell them that I can't pee. I know that this is going to be a race between getting relief of some kind and excruciating pain. They show all the speed and care of snail on thorazine and are convinced that I just need a Foley. I tell them that my anatomy is weird and that it's not going to work. Spoiler, I'm right. They try the catheter and get imaging as my pain is ramping up. I don't know if I have experienced real 10/10 pain before, but if I have, that was it. They tell me that they will need to put in a supra pubic catheter while they figure out how to fix me. They really don't know what to do with me and only discharge me after a week because I had been consulting with other surgeons who actually understood post op trans anatomy.
The Crane Center: while I had initially been consulting with them about clitoral reconstruction, I had also mentioned the urinary issues. The initial guess was scar tissue. They seemed to think that everything could be knocked out in one surgery. There was a plan to harvest a nerve cluster in my wrist and kinda do basically a mini phalloplasty to repair my clitoris. The surgeon has me drive out to Austin to have a detailed exam. Things are worse than believed. There are vaginal issues too. Looks like it's going to be 2 surgeries now. One to fix urethra/vagina and one for the clit. Their urology guy gets brought on to the case. He needs an exam under anesthesia to assess things. Understandable but ... ugh.
So my follow up consult was a couple days ago. It's now going to be a total of 4 surgeries. The exam under anesthesia (completed), a simple-ish procedure to reroute my urethra, a near complete re-do of the interior aspects of my vaginoplasty, and then finally the clitoroplasty. It turns out the distal end of my urethra was completely destroyed and what's left is going to have to be rerouted to where I pee out of my vagina.
I've been dealing with a s/p tube for a couple months now and it will be another 37 days before that issue gets fixed. Hopefully the vaginal revision can happen within a few months after that. Going to have to travel to San Francisco for that one though. Getting the s/p tube out will be a huge quality life improvement, but I'm also looking forward to being able to accommodate something bigger than a finger.
Not sure the point of this ramble. Guess I just needed to scream into the abyss. The good news is that my bottom dysphoria is gone. The bad news is that my mental health is a dumpster fire and I have come very close to becoming a statistic. I'm fighting like hell not to, but I'm so exhausted. Having a date for the urinary fix helps a lot. Crying a bit while I write this, so hopefully the spelling and syntax isn't too bad.
I got this. Maybe. Hopefully.
I went with Dr Ramineni primarily because he 1) could get me in quickly (initial phone call to surgery was only like 2.5 months), 2) he didn't require hair removal, and 3) an acquaintance had hers done by him and was very pleased. The hair wouldn't have been a huge deal, but my first choice in surgeon was Dr Selph, who also didn't require removal. When he moved locations and couldn't get operating privileges, I couldn't mentally afford to take that much of a backwards step when finding a new doctor.
Initial surgery: the pre op staff at GW hospital were very kind. The anesthesiologist who put in the epidural was amazing. I met Dr Ramineni for the first time there, and while he was very warm, not having any in person pre op appointments, in hindsight, should have given me pause. Propofol is a helluva drug and I wake up to intense pain, unfortunately a harbinger of things to come. When I'm transferred up to the recovery floor, my experiences with the staff changes sharply. The nurses were aloof at best and incredibly neglectful. Those few days were quite simply awful. Also ... that little warning of "there may be some swelling" ... JFC, that was an understatement. When the pressure bandage came off, it was like a beach ball had been inflated in my crotch. It was almost comical. Almost. The physical therapy tech that got me walking again was awesome, and the food was legit good, but when I finally left, my sanity had definitely frayed a little from the nursing staff.
Initial recovery: Ever seen "A Knights Tale"? Remember Alan Tudyk's character yelling "PAIN, LOTS OF PAIN!" Yeah. That. Between the extreme swelling and what I'm pretty confident was an under dosing of narcotics, it was all pain. When the catheter came out, learning how to pee again was .. interesting. When it came time for the 15 hour drive home, I was already out of pain meds. Had to find some thc and flexoril to make me ptfo. Thc gummies were the only thing that kept pain manageable when I got home. Dilation was what it was and everything was gross and oozey. Things sucked, but they were a little better each day.
Initial complications: A little past the one month mark, things really felt like they were turning a corner. Then I woke up feeling a little under the weather one day. What started as "a little blah" rapidly decompensated. I had an unrelated medical appointment that day, and the provider told me that I looked like shit (nicely) and that I should go to the ER. I do as advised and think that I might just stay overnight and get some fluids. I was VERY wrong. I wound up receiving some fairly nuclear antibiotics and underwent emergency exploratory surgery. It turns out that my clitoris had gone necrotic and it and some surrounding tissue had to be removed. I did NOT take that well, but I was also pretty close to septic shock, so at least I was alive. I wound up being hospitalized for 18 days. To add injury to injury, the antibiotics severely damaged my kidneys. I was forced onto dialysis for two months while they recovered. My five week recovery had turned into 4 months.
Infection part 2: Just as I'm about to head back to work, I feel a little off again. I am understandably paranoid about infection and head to the ER again. I wind up in the hospital for another week. I am adamant with the doctors about using less aggressive antibiotics and to monitor my kidneys closely. Physical crisis averted, but the entire stay was very triggering from all the trauma of round one.
Life goes on: I get back to work, and the world keeps turning. I am trying to reconcile not having a clitoris and start looking for solutions. I haven't seemed to lose much depth at this point but it has been impossible to move up from the purple dilator and even that is getting tough. I am also developing some issues urinating. I communicate with Dr Ramineni and he talks about some easy fixes and doesn't indicate that there is any hurry with anything. I am a little gun-shy regarding surgery so I just try to live a little bit. A dear friend had been working with the Crane Center and indicated that there might be a real fix for my clit. I start reaching out to them.
New years: Urination is getting steadily more difficult. I'm getting a little worried, but there are good days too, so maybe it's just swelling or uti or something. One weekend in Feb I get home and my pads are soaked in blood. Not light spotting. Soaked. Fuck. Things have gone from being difficult to urinate to impossible. Not good. Reeeeeely bad.
Hospital, round 3: I head to the ER, again, and tell them that I can't pee. I know that this is going to be a race between getting relief of some kind and excruciating pain. They show all the speed and care of snail on thorazine and are convinced that I just need a Foley. I tell them that my anatomy is weird and that it's not going to work. Spoiler, I'm right. They try the catheter and get imaging as my pain is ramping up. I don't know if I have experienced real 10/10 pain before, but if I have, that was it. They tell me that they will need to put in a supra pubic catheter while they figure out how to fix me. They really don't know what to do with me and only discharge me after a week because I had been consulting with other surgeons who actually understood post op trans anatomy.
The Crane Center: while I had initially been consulting with them about clitoral reconstruction, I had also mentioned the urinary issues. The initial guess was scar tissue. They seemed to think that everything could be knocked out in one surgery. There was a plan to harvest a nerve cluster in my wrist and kinda do basically a mini phalloplasty to repair my clitoris. The surgeon has me drive out to Austin to have a detailed exam. Things are worse than believed. There are vaginal issues too. Looks like it's going to be 2 surgeries now. One to fix urethra/vagina and one for the clit. Their urology guy gets brought on to the case. He needs an exam under anesthesia to assess things. Understandable but ... ugh.
So my follow up consult was a couple days ago. It's now going to be a total of 4 surgeries. The exam under anesthesia (completed), a simple-ish procedure to reroute my urethra, a near complete re-do of the interior aspects of my vaginoplasty, and then finally the clitoroplasty. It turns out the distal end of my urethra was completely destroyed and what's left is going to have to be rerouted to where I pee out of my vagina.
I've been dealing with a s/p tube for a couple months now and it will be another 37 days before that issue gets fixed. Hopefully the vaginal revision can happen within a few months after that. Going to have to travel to San Francisco for that one though. Getting the s/p tube out will be a huge quality life improvement, but I'm also looking forward to being able to accommodate something bigger than a finger.
Not sure the point of this ramble. Guess I just needed to scream into the abyss. The good news is that my bottom dysphoria is gone. The bad news is that my mental health is a dumpster fire and I have come very close to becoming a statistic. I'm fighting like hell not to, but I'm so exhausted. Having a date for the urinary fix helps a lot. Crying a bit while I write this, so hopefully the spelling and syntax isn't too bad.
I got this. Maybe. Hopefully.
Honestly, experiences like these should be farmed for horror movies. For the TLDR, here’s a couple highlights:
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The problem is finding a producer that's ballsy enough to make such a film in Current Year Hollywood.
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Teehee, just that time of the month? Amirite ladies!? #GirlsLikeUs
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Another one who will be offed by kidney failure. Will end up peeing out of the neovag, but he has already had his kidneys damaged by the antibiotics and infection to the point he needed dialysis. Note he says he needed it ‘while they recovered’ but what he doesn’t seem to get is that they will have accrued permanent damage from that. Plus further rounds of infection
Plus whatever is in store for him when it’s rerouted - women dont pee out of a cloaca. The urethral opening is separate and we still get UTIs from sex etc. having the opening within the neo vag is going to mean every nasty bacteria and fungus within there is going straight up the urethra.
His future is kidney failure. Presumably he was a healthy young man with a long life ahead of him before this. It is insane to think of how little they understand the consequences of what they’re doing to themselves
Plus whatever is in store for him when it’s rerouted - women dont pee out of a cloaca. The urethral opening is separate and we still get UTIs from sex etc. having the opening within the neo vag is going to mean every nasty bacteria and fungus within there is going straight up the urethra.
His future is kidney failure. Presumably he was a healthy young man with a long life ahead of him before this. It is insane to think of how little they understand the consequences of what they’re doing to themselves
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Get yer stinkditch surgery in haste and repent in pain, shock and horror over the next 12 months. With 4 more surgeries to come. I wonder what his running tab is for all that.
Dude. You may "got this" but haven't you noticed yet that they sure as fuck don't? But it's too late for that. You bought the lie, signed the forms and will pay for your faith in tech and progress right to the very end. Your end.
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He's going to dilate the neourethra in his neovagina and get a ton of novel neokidney failure.
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holy shit! from front boobs to side boobs.. i always thought it couldn't get worse than the OG zippertits... but of course it's the SRS thread, silly me..
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What do you expect? Dude can't even keep up with his fingernails.