TOPIC: The Mustang Saga: Elist Silicone Implant , PRFM, PMMA and then???

Good stuff Mustang. Your posts confirm my beliefs.

I felt used and abused ....

Poor baby.

Removing the implant, Hell is HERE!!!!

I scheduled for the surgery to remove the implant. Dr. Elist said he really wanted to have a serious talk with me before the Removal, I agreed.

I flew into LA, I went in to see him. He looked at it and he could not believe I wanted to remove it. It really looked nice and even when in the Flaccid state. I told him about the pain and the discomfort when sleeping with it and when having sex. He said he can remove it, trim the edges and put it back in! OR he can insert it UNDER THE GLANS!!! I said to myself, now that is a great idea.....I am having fucking continuous pain at the glans and his solution is to put it under it???

He also said he can put a new one in for $1500 and he will make it longer to compensate for the lost length.... I told him I do not have the money for it. He then told me he will do it now and I can pay him later. I felt he was really tying to help me but he just did not have the proper solution for my problems with the implant.....I told him I want it out, he said OK, he will call the surgery center and get them ready. It is lunch time now, so he said let\'s have lunch then we do it, I said cool. He got an incall so he could not do lunch, so I told him I will come back in an hour or so and then we will do it, he said OK.....

I went out and found a nice little Italian restaurant with seating outside... I sat there staring at people walking by and cars driving by. I ordered an Italian beer, it was great tasting, I forget the name....

I kept gazing at people walking by, there poor folks and rich folks..... I looked at $1000 rusty cars, beat up cars go by and then watched a few $100,000 cars go by....what a contrast in Beverly Hills....

For the first time in YEARS, I felt alone in a journey that I can\'t share with any one....So, I took my dinosaur HP 17 Inch 50 pound PC out of my pack and logged in PhalloBoards Rev1 to see what is going on with...PMMA of course!!!

It was all about PMMA....

I thought to my self, you guys are the only ones who I can share my feelings with......how ironic!!!!

I had my lunch, it was lousy, then I had a glass of Merlot wine, it was good, then I decided to get some Espresso coffee to seal the deal!.....I was so distracted with my situation, I overpaid the waiter by $20!!! He actually came back and said: Sir, did you mean to leave a $20 tip on a $25 bill? I looked at him for a second and came back to reality... I thanked him for being honest and gave him a big tip and told him to share it with the other waiters...This was a good Omen, I thought.

I still had the option of not removing it, replacing it with a new one.....or?

I walked back the two blocks to his office, I took my time, I was still thinking of NOT removing it, I had a nice big Dick and it worked well enough, why not just leave it the fuck alone......

I got back to the office, and there were no one there.....A new guy stuck his head out and called me in...He said that Dr. Elist asked him to talk to me about something....I looked at him strangely and went into the office.

He introduced himself....He claimed he was an intern! He had heavy Persian accent.....He asked me why I am removing my implant?

I knew the game right away. They are still trying to convince me to keep it.

He offered me a GREAT solution, how about some pain ers to manage the pain behind the glans....I played stupid, I asked him: you mean you have a pill that will take the pain away forever? He looked puzzled and said....ah, no you take a pill everyday....

I asked; did the Dr NOT tell you my story? he avoided the answer! I asked him are you an intern? again, he did not answer....Sorry, he did not look or sound like he belonged in the medical world (I have seen a few of them, even fucking Dr\'s)

At this point, even God or Buddha will not convince me to keep it....Just really bad PR!!!!!

I basically told him we are finished and now we need to go to the surgery center....He hesitantly said OK....

He left the room....then it dawned on me!!! I ain\'t going under anesthesia this time, the big black anesthesia man may me, OR the Dr will put a giant implant in me!!! No fucking way I am going under....

I went out of the room and saw him again wondering around aimlessly, I told him to tell the Dr. I will have it removed in the office with local anesthesia ...He then ran to the D\'s office and told him. A few minutes later he came back and told me he will prepare the room for Removal, I said fuck, not him...please, here we go again...this time I am going to die under their hands!!!!!

I was wearing a nice shirt, while I was walking by, the receptionist told me quietly to lift my shirt waaay up... she knew what the fuck was going to happen......I said to my self....fuck, I am going to die!!!!!!!!!

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Mustang-

This is just crazy! I hate you had to go through all this.

There is more...wait to read the actual Removal story....I need to be psychologically ready to write it, it may be tonite or in a few weeks....

Please keep writing, Mustang. Due to complications, I will have my implant either removed or replaced with the new one in about three weeks. I still don\'t know which option I prefer. Your man told me he would make a decision (replacement vs. Removal) during surgery. It goes without saying that I am very nervous. I would be delighted to read your Removal story before I go in for surgery.

Man Mustang2020 you\'re a Phalloplasty bronco buster if there ever was one. Tell us more about your Rodeo (drive) ride when you\'re happiness with the more natural and very comfortable results of PMMA help heal the wounds.
HC

I am in a world of hurt, the Removal!!

So I follow the \"intern\" to the operating room...It was just like any other room in his office, nothing special....I lay down on the uncomfortable and small examination bed, I take my pant and underwear off and I lift my nice shirt way the fuck up to my nipples. I see the surgical tools to my left, Mr Intern is moving around the room doing... nothing! The Dr. comes in, he asks: how are you doing? I say; so far so good Dr....

a few days earlier I had been cleaning my groin area with Beta-dine and I shaved well.

I lifted my head up a bit to see my penis with the implant for the last time and I said to myself; good bye buddy, I will see you outside my body in a few minutes....

The Dr. proceeded with a few injections around the old incision and he almost immediately went on to cut me, I told him please wait a minuted for the injections to work, he said OK...a few moments later, he took a small piece of cotton and simply wiped off the incision area with Beta-dine and quickly cut me open, I said to my self I am going to fucking scream with pain, but I did not feel much so I relaxed a bit. He started doing \"stuff\" that I could not see. I was starring at the neon lamps in the ceiling and saying to my self how dirty they were.......

The Dr. and his assistant did NOT wear masks nor hair caps. The assistant had oily hair and I was thinking one of his hair is going to fall in my incision and it will cause an infection or start growing inside me!!!

All of the sudden, the Dr with his surgically gloved hands picks up the TRASH CAN and moves it next to him!!!!!! Even his assistant looks at him with a big shock on his face...The Dr. does NOT change gloves, he continues to operate on me....again I say to myself I am going to die!!!!

He keeps on doing shit, then he says that the capsule looks perfect, I raised my head and I saw the inside of my incision, the Dr. tells to please lay back down...I did...

A few minutes later he uses a surgical device that is like a laser to cut thru flesh and some smoke comes out of my incision... oh, great now I am going to catch on fire!!!

He says something to the effect that something inside me is healing already!!! and he uses that heating instrument some more...

I lift my head again and I see the top of the implant, it had a slight pinkish color to it....I think that was the capsule tissue.....

a few more minutes go by and now the Dr says he will be removing the stitches...I can felt him going deep into my penis and near the glans, then I felt him grabbing the stitches and pulling hard, it hurt like hell. I held back my screaming. I felt him cut the stitch off and then he pulled it out and he showed it to me. the stitch had a blue color to it and the size of the thread looked too big for such a sensitive area.....

He pulled three more and he said that was all of them. Some one, God or Buddha told me to check, I felt my penis with my right hand near the glans and I felt something. I told the Dr. there is one more stitch, he said oh? then he went in again and he took one more out. Each of the stitches hurt like fucking hell... I will never forget the feeling of the pulling and the tugging on my poor penis shaft....

The Dr. then moved around a bit and pushed against the shaft and pushed the implant out of my body, I did not see it but I felt it. It made a strange vacuum sound.. I immediately felt a relief when it was out, weather it was psychological or physical or both I do not know nor do I care, it is out....

While all this was happening, I was twitching my body and legs like a mad man in a stray jacket.....At one time, his assistant had to hold me down and push my thigh down to keep me from moving too much. I felt like those soldiers who were operated on in the great wars without anesthesia! Although I had it a lot better than them...God bless their hearts.......

After the implant was out, I relaxed a bit. now the Dr. puts in this flat surgical tube in my side...yes IN my side. He makes a small incision and he tries to insert this flat drain tube but it doe not go thru....He takes his forefinger and shoves it into the small incision to enlarge it....then he inserts the tube and he stitches it to the outside of my skin with one stitch. This is like the drain bulb that he installed when he put the implant in, but this time it was an open ended flat surgical tube....no suction bulb to suck the fluids out...the fluid will have to ooze out of it...the tube was over 12 inches long!!!!!

Now germs and stuff can go into my body thru this tube!!!

The Dr. went on to do more work inside me and then he started to sew me up on the outside. He told his assistant to make a knot at both ends of the incision and he left the room. The assistant intern spent minutes trying to do it, he was having problems getting the knots done. The thread was extra fine, it is the kind that dissolves....

the Dr. came back in the room with the same gloves and he finished working on me and then he said: OK, this the best Removal he has done in the office....

He left the room again and the intern went on to put some yellow cream and some gauze on me. then he did the most intelligent thing ever, he was using Scotch clear tape, yes gentlemen, regular scotch tape to tape the gauze to my aching body....The tape did not stick well due to that yellow cream shit that he put on me, so what does he do? put more tape on.....He taped me from thigh to thigh....

I was actually in minimum pain at this point but the glans still hurt and it was aching!

I slowly raised my body up making sure I do not fall off the thin bed. I felt OK and not dizzy...I stood up gently and I walked to the nearest chair and I sat down. The gauze and the tape came off and I can see that I am bleeding at one side of the incision. I looked at it and it looked like it was not stitched properly. there was blood and some yellow fluid coming out of it...I told the excellent intern to fix it, he added more tape..... At this point I did not fucking care...... I just wanted to go home and sleep....

the Dr. came back and gave me some cookies and a drink. He said: please eat these cookies, you need some energy in you, I did and they tasted good....

I pointed out the bleeding side to the Dr. and he said do not worry about it it will stop soon.....I did not believe him but I wanted to get out of there....

I told the Dr. I wanted my implant to take with me, I had paid for it....He said no no no, he has to send it back for analysis. I wanted to take pictures of it and I did. It looked quite white and clean, there were a few spots of pink tissue on it, must have been capsule tissue....

the implant looked big and it was stitched in the middle to keep it from separating into two pieces.

forgot to mention, the good Dr. prescribed some anti biotics a few days earlier and I had taken them on time....

Now I am ready to leave, I am exhausted and I can\'t wait to go home. I thanked the Dr. for his work.

He gave me some Kenalog and some shots so I can inject myself to reduce scar tissue...

I went across the street to purchase the Kenalog, there was a pharmacy across the street, a very nice Jewish pharmacist in his traditional Jewish cloths took care of my needs....

I saw a couple of old ladies sitting down in the pharmacy that happens to be a small cafeteria at the same time, they were eating some salad stuff, they both gave me a nice smile and I smiled back at them and greeted them....

I left the pharmacy and took a taxi to the airport. It cost me $45 from Beverly hills to LAX.....

when I arrived, there was a huge line at the security, I was very tired but some how I made it. I refused the body scan, not because of my bandages but because I believe it is harmful. So I had to do the body search... I asked the guy to be careful in the groin area because I had surgery, he was very careful and I went on to my terminal.

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Implant outside, Check out the sharp edges every where....Criminal!

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Mustang-

Your story gets more and more incredible. That is quite an ordeal. I am very interested to hear the rest.

And I want to give a big thank you for sharing your story. I know this was a difficult experience for you, but sharing it can help a lot of people. I think it is important to hear not only the success stories, but also the ones that were not. Thanks.

Wow, mustang. I agree with briceb -- thank you for sharing your story.

@ Mustang

I felt that...Thanks for sharing all this...anyone thinking PE is straight forward need to read this.

Thanks, Mustang. Shocking story! And it seems to be getting worse! If anything, I am now convinced to have my broken implant repaired or removed under general anesthesia! No way in the world would I want to feel the surgeon pulling out any stitches.
If I may ask, how do you inject yourself with Kenalog? Will you write about it in the continuation of your story? I cannot even imagine poking myself with a needle anywhere near my humble manhood! I might have to get a local physician to do inject it.
The road ahead is still a bumpy one...

Thanks for sharing your experience. I think I speak for all the men that are on this board. thank you, thank you, thank you! sorry that you had to go through this. But it was not in vain. Your post is helping everyone on this board! wow....

The Trauma, the Depression and the Healing

Well, I might as well try to finish this chapter quickly. The wounds have reopened and the bleeding started again (psychologically speaking).

I arrived at my terminal about an hour and half early. I walked slowly and carefully thru the airport to keep the incision from bleeding too much...

I went to the toilet four to five times in that hour or so. I kept checking the incision and the drain tube. I was so fucking scared I am going to get an infection thru the tube because it is open ended at both sides. Also, the incision was raw still and bleeding thru one side...

I kept cleaning the wounds and drying the drain tube. It was oozing light colored blood thru it, I must have used 10 to 15 napkins from the toiler room no less. I though I am going to get infected from the napkins, but I would wash my hands well and try to get fresh napkins from inside the machine to assure no one had touched them.....

I got on the plane, it was a connecting short flight. The plane was a twin Turbo prop and being in the aviation world, I loved the sound of the twin turbines synching their tunes in the air.......I asked the pilot before take off : Hey Captain, what will be our cruising speed? He smile and replied: 400 knots!!!! What the fuck, I can\'t believe it...this is almost as fast as 777\'s and airbuses....then I realized it is a small plane with a lot of power.....We flew for a couple of hours, no food of course, not that I care for airline food, it sucks! I had tomato juice for a drink....I do not know why I chose a Bloody colored drink after my fiasco with seeing the inside of my Dick and all that shit that I went thru not even a few hours ago...But at this stage, i was happy to be heading home....

I do not know why I felt the following: I did not feel any hatred or anger towards the Dr. I do not know why. He has some good in him and I know it, but he leaves a lot to be desired in a Dr....

I went to the bathroom on the plane about four times, there were NO napkins inside and the bathroom was too small because the plane is a small one and space is at a premium.....

I was bleeding quite a bit from one side of the incision and the drain tube was oozing some light yellow and red stuff. I had a couple of extra napkins from the terminal, but I soon ran out....The gauze was getting really wet and my underwear was starting to get a bit bloody in one corner, so I said fuck it. I took my underwear off and I used it to dry off my wounds. Then I would put it under the edge of my pants under my expensive shirt trying not to get it bloody and I would go back to my seat!!!!!

Now the underwear is getting too wet, but luckily I feel the plane descending and I know we are about to land soon, so I stuff them inside my backpack in a side pocket hoping it will not ruin it....

Landing was smooth, it was actually perfect.....I rate pilots by their landing. It is the most dangerous and the most difficult part of flying....

After we stopped at the gate, the pilot opened their cockpit. As I walked by, I stuck my head inside it and I greeted the pilot and his co-pilot...they both looked back at me and smiled. I told him he rated 9 out of ten for a great landing...He smiled back and said: why not 10??? I smiled back at him and told him he needed something to look forward to in next landing! We all burst out laughing and I departed the plane.....

I walked slowly thru the gate and straight into the toilet..... I was very wet but luckily my infamous shirt is still OK....So I loaded up on napkins, cleaned up and went home....

When I got home, I checked my wounds, the incision was bleeding from the right side, I could see that it was not sewn properly and I can see the flesh opening up....The drain tube is NOT working. The fluids are escaping form the hole that he made with his finger, not thru the tube.....

I kept cleaning every thing carefully and I used beta-dine everywhere....

the penis was wrapped of course, it looked fine but sad, the glans was fine too. there was no bruising at this point. My biggest problem now is the bleeding and the infection possibilities!!!!

Now it hit me, I may get an infection, my Dick is smaller again and my Dr. is thousands of miles away....I could not afford a local Urologist to take care of this mess...I started sinking into fear, depression and sadness all at once....

In the next few days, I was unable to sleep well due to the bleeding and the depression. I called the Dr. a few times regarding the bleeding, as usual he said not to worry about it and it will stop bleeding...He had given me his personal cell phone # from day one, so I would txt him or call him directly. He always answered my texts or calls. One day he called me about 8 pm at nite, I can tell he is out dining from the back round noise. He asked how I was doing and asked me to call anytime if I needed something. I know he meant it and some how I had a good connection with him....I know he fucked up but I wanted to look forward and move on with my life....

After about four days the bleeding from the incision stopped. the drain tube was not working well, but I kept the area dry and clean as best as possible...


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Look at that stupid useless Tube!

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I was tired all the time, I was not able to sleep well, I was drained and depressed but I kept telling my self I must keep looking forward....PMMA is in my future, I was hoping.....

After about four to five days, I tried stretching a bit, the incision hurt like hell so I stopped....

The penis looked fine now, it is Flaccid as it used to be and soft to the touch. Gone is the hard Erect feeling 24/7.....

The penis was about 4 to 4.5\" long in the Flaccid state, the Girth was still substantial, that made me feel a bit better......

I started feeling better in the next few days, The incision is well now, the drain tube was not working at all now, but there is fluid oozing our of the hole of the drain tube, so again I kept cleaning it with beta dine (spelling?) and the drainage got less and less.....I called the Dr. and asked if I should remove it, he agreed....

I went to my bathroom and cleaned my hands very well. I got me triple ointment and some bandages. I took a #11 xacto knife and I heated up with a lighter to any germs on it. I used the razor blade to cut the single stitch that holds the tube in. I started pulling on the tube, it would not move...I said oh fuck, now what? I kept on tugging on it and then it hurt a lot and it moved. I bit my tongue and I kept on pulling it out...I pulled about six inches and it was still inside me...how long is this fucking thing????

I kept on pulling, 16 fucking inches later, it came out and I felt a lot of pain but also I felt some relief, it is out of my body.....I kept squeezing the area from my penis all the way up to the hole where the tube was to force any more fluid out. It worked and it seems to lessen...After a while it stopped, so I put on some triple ointment on the hole, yes it was a hole the size of my forefinger, and I put a band aid on it.....

About 5 or 6 days later, I started mild stretching, pumping and using a simple glans stretcher that I bought on Ebay. It grabs the glans only and it worked for me. It was very painful in that area, but I wanted to stretch ASAP!!!!

There was no bruising at all if I remember correctly and things started looking better now....When I pumped, the incision would hurt a lot, but the penile skin was very flexible and I can fill the base of the 2.5\" diameter tube easily...This was good for the PMMA I thought...

After about a week or so, I got an Erection, my glans hurt and my penis now takes a hard right turn and is bent like a fucking Jamaican banana!!!!

the Girth was still the same as when the implant was in!!!!!! that really surprised me...The Dr. told me it would happen but I did not believe him...The Erect length is now 4.5 inches!!! I was fucked now. I went form abut 6 inches of a straight Erect shaft to 4.5 inches of a banana head!!!!

I talked to Messagman a few times and he helped me with his encouraging comments, thx dude!!!

A few weeks later, one side of the stitching fell off as it should, the other side did not. I called the Dr. and he said don\'t worry about it, it will fall off soon...

about three or four weeks later, I had an opportunity to fuck this older chick, she was 36 and a mom but she looked great for her age. I thought I should not stress the area, but again I wanted to know if it would work. I had not had any sex for a while now nor did I masturbate at all...

so I decided to go for it. We were in the couch and we started making out. I can tell she is in the mood and she is horny. I did bunch of foreplay to get her off, she did. I was still unsure if my penis will work or not. I was still in some mild pain and discomfort....She kept telling me to take off my pants, I did but I kept my shirt on so she would not see the incision...I made her come and then she wanted it inside her, so I said why not. I put it and it felt great. it was bent sharply but the Girth was great. We did a few positions and it worked well but because of its short length and the severe curvature, it kept popping out...No problem, I kept on going. I did her doggy style and then I finished on her tits and if felt great but it was short lived, the pain came back quickly...

I said to myself, well it works and now we have to get rid of the curvature and fix the peyronie\'s problem....

For the next weeks I kept on stretching and pumping. It looked like it was working but very slowly. The curvature was getting a bit better but it was/is very stubborn.

Mean while, I had contacted Dr. Runels and talked to him about my situation. He said he would be glad to help me out with his PRFM treatment and he said he is sure it wiould work for me or my money back.....

I also contacted Wade and Dr. C and I discussed with them my case. They were also positive that PMMA would help me out....

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@Mustang2020

Dang friend... That is one hell of a roller coaster ride. Glad you pulled through such a traumatic experience are are the wiser for it. Apologies for my lack of available time this morning. I\'m currently advising six members here and also have obligations to my employer (difficult to debug/compile code and chat with several individuals simultaneously). Aside from PB\'s, I offer medical advice (albeit without a license) to many other men from all walks of life regarding penile curvature and human/penis anatomy/physiology in general. I have physicians on both sides of my family and have acquired a great deal of knowledge on the subject at hand. If you would like, I may be available this evening and would like to discuss your case in more detail. If you see me online, please don\'t hesitate to attempt a chatting session with me. I\'ll do my best to help you in any way I can.

Congratulations on overcoming so much,

Miracle7