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Hello gentlemen,

I'm sitting in the Affinia Hotel in New York city right now and have just returned from my surgery by Dr. Eid. In all, the surgery was a simple affair and presently I have no pain, but that should be expected considering the pain killers I'm on. Until my meeting Dr. Eid two days ago I really wasn't positive this is the route I wanted to go.

Here's my abridged story. It may resonate with someone, so I think there's some value in sharing it. I married young at 23 and not long after the honeymoon, or rather during the honeymoon, discovered the physical aspects were terribly mismatched. Remember, this is abridged, so I'll leave out a lot of the tiny plot twists. In short, it was a sexless marriage for the next 22 years. Ironically, despite all my pleadings and the numerous arguments, she ultimately had a sexual affair with the tennis instructor. No, not really the tennis instructor, but someone like that. I'll say tennis instructor to obscure the identity of the guilty.

So, life #2 starts after the divorce and after a few months of internet dating I meet the most sexually motivated woman I've ever read about. Honestly, I say read about, because I don't think I've met someone like this in person. I've only read about them. My friendly neighborhood penis (who I happen to possess) and I were having the grandest time with my new girlfriend. Everyday is no exaggeration. It's no lie that I had a year's worth of sex within the first two weeks of being intimate with this beautiful woman. So, God having a sense of humor decided this couldn't go on. One evening I fractured my penis. It didn't seem like anything really, more like when you crack your knuckle. Pop, no pain, no anything really. However, over the next few months my erections fell to zero. I'm an avid cyclist, handyman around the house, athletic, and never has a 2 hour erection presented a problem if I wanted one. Now I'm dead in the water. I tried viagra and discovered I'm in the .02% of men who experience hearing loss with it. Yay me.

I try every kind of homeopathy and supplement available, p-shot and shock therapy included. I visit 3 Urologists who honestly do zero and offer zero effort. Supposedly, ED can be a precursor to serious heart issues. None of these guys even offered or suggested a test of any kind. they imply offered more pills! Overall, I'm really disgusted with the Urologists I saw (in and near Denver CO). The last doctor scheduled a doppler test, but really doesn't seem to think there's a problem. I know there is though, because I cannot maintain an erection for 10 seconds and thats assuming I can muster one up. Eventually, I settle on Quad mix injections which I use for a little over a year.

Like probably most of you I find FrankTalk and the implant questions are finally being answered. Here at last are some men with first hand experience and what seemed draconian at first is looking like a viable solution; inflatable prosthesis. I decide on Eid and get the ball rolling somewhere around last April. In June I have a conference call with him and we talk for about 45 minutes. He's a very approachable guy and willing to talk as long as you want; extremely helpful.

The months roll along, the quad-mix is working, so I'm not in a huge hurry. I'm injecting myself 4 times per week though ( remember that girlfriend) and I KNOW this stuff is not going to carry me another year. I get Eid's requisite blood tests, EKG, and approvals completed. In January I get a call from his staff and I'm scheduled for today- Feb 28. It's frightening though, because somewhere inside I'm still wondering, "do I really need to go this far?" I'm still injecting and one day the needle hits something hard and the syringe stops, scar tissue. I'm scarring up my penis over time with the constant stitching of tiny holes and forcing dilation meds into it. I'm really running out of time. Eid would later tell me that Eli Lilly took this medication off the market due to all the law suits over penis scarring and fibrotic tissue. That's why it can only be had through compounding pharmacys. My time was up. No more procrastinating.

This week I visited Eid at his office for presurgical tests. One of those tests is a doppler test. During this test he says, "you have very serious venous leak" and he shows me on the screen. Finally, after years chasing lazy doctors I have a definitive answer. All questioning, and worry about the necessity of this surgery evaporate. I have exhausted every alternative and here I can see why my penis doesn't work. It's heartbreaking in a way, because I'm so healthy and my erections had always been so good, but life is what we get and not always what we want.

My girlfriend came to New York with me and she's convincingly excited to try Turbo-Cock, as she calls it. She says she'd still love me even if the implant is an utter failure and my penis never works again.

Anyway, Dr. Eid is a charming and engaging doctor. He seems humble and listens to everything. I trust him.

As I stated at the beginning, I'm in the hotel now. I won't know what anything looks like until Monday, but with the meds there is no pain and I'm optimistic. I'll let you all know what happens over the coming days.

Urbane

What a great first post.
I can only dream of what having an implant would be like with a hot girl friend.
You'll probably wear it out in a year.
Good luck with the healing.
I too built up some hardness when I injected, but it never caused any problems in surgery.

Urbane wrote:Hello gentlemen,

I'm sitting in the Affinia Hotel in New York city right now and have just returned from my surgery by Dr. Eid. In all, the surgery was a simple affair and presently I have no pain, but that should be expected considering the pain killers I'm on. Until my meeting Dr. Eid two days ago I really wasn't positive this is the route I wanted to go.

Here's my abridged story. It may resonate with someone, so I think there's some value in sharing it. I married young at 23 and not long after the honeymoon, or rather during the honeymoon, discovered the physical aspects were terribly mismatched. Remember, this is abridged, so I'll leave out a lot of the tiny plot twists. In short, it was a sexless marriage for the next 22 years. Ironically, despite all my pleadings and the numerous arguments, she ultimately had a sexual affair with the tennis instructor. No, not really the tennis instructor, but someone like that. I'll say tennis instructor to obscure the identity of the guilty.

So, life #2 starts after the divorce and after a few months of internet dating I meet the most sexually motivated woman I've ever read about. Honestly, I say read about, because I don't think I've met someone like this in person. I've only read about them. My friendly neighborhood penis (who I happen to possess) and I were having the grandest time with my new girlfriend. Everyday is no exaggeration. It's no lie that I had a year's worth of sex within the first two weeks of being intimate with this beautiful woman. So, God having a sense of humor decided this couldn't go on. One evening I fractured my penis. It didn't seem like anything really, more like when you crack your knuckle. Pop, no pain, no anything really. However, over the next few months my erections fell to zero. I'm an avid cyclist, handyman around the house, athletic, and never has a 2 hour erection presented a problem if I wanted one. Now I'm dead in the water. I tried viagra and discovered I'm in the .02% of men who experience hearing loss with it. Yay me.

I try every kind of homeopathy and supplement available, p-shot and shock therapy included. I visit 3 Urologists who honestly do zero and offer zero effort. Supposedly, ED can be a precursor to serious heart issues. None of these guys even offered or suggested a test of any kind. they imply offered more pills! Overall, I'm really disgusted with the Urologists I saw (in and near Denver CO). The last doctor scheduled a doppler test, but really doesn't seem to think there's a problem. I know there is though, because I cannot maintain an erection for 10 seconds and thats assuming I can muster one up. Eventually, I settle on Quad mix injections which I use for a little over a year.

Like probably most of you I find FrankTalk and the implant questions are finally being answered. Here at last are some men with first hand experience and what seemed draconian at first is looking like a viable solution; inflatable prosthesis. I decide on Eid and get the ball rolling somewhere around last April. In June I have a conference call with him and we talk for about 45 minutes. He's a very approachable guy and willing to talk as long as you want; extremely helpful.

The months roll along, the quad-mix is working, so I'm not in a huge hurry. I'm injecting myself 4 times per week though ( remember that girlfriend) and I KNOW this stuff is not going to carry me another year. I get Eid's requisite blood tests, EKG, and approvals completed. In January I get a call from his staff and I'm scheduled for today- Feb 28. It's frightening though, because somewhere inside I'm still wondering, "do I really need to go this far?" I'm still injecting and one day the needle hits something hard and the syringe stops, scar tissue. I'm scarring up my penis over time with the constant stitching of tiny holes and forcing dilation meds into it. I'm really running out of time. Eid would later tell me that Eli Lilly took this medication off the market due to all the law suits over penis scarring and fibrotic tissue. That's why it can only be had through compounding pharmacys. My time was up. No more procrastinating.

This week I visited Eid at his office for presurgical tests. One of those tests is a doppler test. During this test he says, "you have very serious venous leak" and he shows me on the screen. Finally, after years chasing lazy doctors I have a definitive answer. All questioning, and worry about the necessity of this surgery evaporate. I have exhausted every alternative and here I can see why my penis doesn't work. It's heartbreaking in a way, because I'm so healthy and my erections had always been so good, but life is what we get and not always what we want.

My girlfriend came to New York with me and she's convincingly excited to try Turbo-Cock, as she calls it. She says she'd still love me even if the implant is an utter failure and my penis never works again.

Anyway, Dr. Eid is a charming and engaging doctor. He seems humble and listens to everything. I trust him.

As I stated at the beginning, I'm in the hotel now. I won't know what anything looks like until Monday, but with the meds there is no pain and I'm optimistic. I'll let you all know what happens over the coming days.

Urbane

Wish you speedy recovery

Good luck to you,DR Eid did my surgery eight weeks ago.
He told me the first night is the most painful, make sure you eat before taking those powerful pain killer.
The worse thing for me was the pain killer, do not take them in am empty stoma.

The other day when I met Dr. Eid he told me the first night was going to be hell. He wasn't kidding! I generally have a moderately high pain threshold. There are not many times I can remember that posed a real pain challenge. Last night will now rank as one of my worst. It's too bad I can't tell anyone about it, "now sit down kids, let gramps tell you about the time he had his penis replaced! Hurt?! Hell yes, it hurt!" Yeah, sorry. That tale isn't getting spread around the family any time soon.

So, I was prescribed 5mg percocets and instructions to wait 4 hours between them. Well, screw that. I did my damndest to wait an hour, or 20 minutes at certain times during the night. Not pleasant at all.

By morning the hell part was done and I have only had the Tylenol 3s all day (aceta/codeine). I'll save the strong stuff for tonight if I need it again. That was night 1 and i'm told it's much smoother sailing from here out

Here is day one: lay in bed. Well, maybe a bit more than that. I'm taking the tylenol 3s, and emptying the urine that slowly fills this bag tied to my leg. Then my girlfriend swaps out the ice bag that's in constant contact with my perineum. That's where the fire was last night. I haven't really had much sense that I even still have a penis yet. I didn't get sent to the hotel with a raging hard-on or anything like that. Thinking of my erection being described as one of RAGE sounds pretty positive to me. I can't wait for my penis to demonstrate its RAGE!

There we have it, night one was hell, day one was discomfort, but not terrible.