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So basically, things are off, and there's a reason they're at that way. When I was 22 just trying to reconcile with my ex girlfriend, with the time to reconcile, I ended up injuring my penis by three things in one day, jelquing, beating the meat too hard, and grooming down there. I was fukkin scared my penis was swollen, it had a huge nerve sticking out of the bottom and a lot of pain.
The er directed me to dr bard. He told me 2 weeks the injury to heal. I knocked my dick into some furniture while moving it and a faggot ass nurse told me oh well it will just take longer to heal. I went back to bard and told him it didn't heal in 2 weeks. He told me I don't think there is any permanent damage to your penis. I went on carried on with my life. The pain in the penis was like shoving razor blades in it so to speak. With all this stress on my mind I developed psychosis the first and only time of my life. I was hearing voices. My future with a girl was done.
At 22 a urologist came to see me at the psych ward but I was taking a shit so he buggared off. What a tool. I was discharged and started hanging out with my crew, I was fronting like nothing was wrong especially when it came to pussy. It was a game of hide and go seek, a fine line to walk.
So in the meantime I went to the St b hospital to get a second opinion. Dr McMahon diagnosed me with lacerations in the tunica albuginea. He said 3 months to heal, please do masturbate. 3 months passed and my junk was still shitty, so I rebooked. This time I was late so the assistant urologist tended to my penis. He deduced please go back to masturbation. Fuck my life or for fucks sake lol.
I still wasn't happy so I reached out to matteliano who had no fucking clue what to do. Then I went to Milner and he prescribed me Cialis,it didn't do shit so I kept taking ten to 15 MG's a day till my dick was flatline, wouldn't work too much tadalafil. So I quit that cold turkey and started getting physio from male pelvic floor therapist aka chick shoving fingers up my ass for internal massage. I kept going till she discharged me.lol.
So I hunted down Patel, a new age doctor from Miami, I see him in September. As of March tenth I've been seeing vast improvement in my penile condition. The other night I felt 5 minutes of heat in my body, the somatic nerves coagulating together! I still get hard flaccid, but it feels less obviously day by day. It's been 8 days of hardwork: rest, taking it easy, coffee, walks, no smokes, barely driving the car or looking at porn or Racey material. Just simple stuff not over strenuously stuff.
So now I'm turning 38 in less than a week and I still live at home with the folks. It was either that or a group home. So yeah, life got sidetracked by this injury but I'm still hoping for a full recovery. I've come so far I don't see the point in quitting now.
The er directed me to dr bard. He told me 2 weeks the injury to heal. I knocked my dick into some furniture while moving it and a faggot ass nurse told me oh well it will just take longer to heal. I went back to bard and told him it didn't heal in 2 weeks. He told me I don't think there is any permanent damage to your penis. I went on carried on with my life. The pain in the penis was like shoving razor blades in it so to speak. With all this stress on my mind I developed psychosis the first and only time of my life. I was hearing voices. My future with a girl was done.
At 22 a urologist came to see me at the psych ward but I was taking a shit so he buggared off. What a tool. I was discharged and started hanging out with my crew, I was fronting like nothing was wrong especially when it came to pussy. It was a game of hide and go seek, a fine line to walk.
So in the meantime I went to the St b hospital to get a second opinion. Dr McMahon diagnosed me with lacerations in the tunica albuginea. He said 3 months to heal, please do masturbate. 3 months passed and my junk was still shitty, so I rebooked. This time I was late so the assistant urologist tended to my penis. He deduced please go back to masturbation. Fuck my life or for fucks sake lol.
I still wasn't happy so I reached out to matteliano who had no fucking clue what to do. Then I went to Milner and he prescribed me Cialis,it didn't do shit so I kept taking ten to 15 MG's a day till my dick was flatline, wouldn't work too much tadalafil. So I quit that cold turkey and started getting physio from male pelvic floor therapist aka chick shoving fingers up my ass for internal massage. I kept going till she discharged me.lol.
So I hunted down Patel, a new age doctor from Miami, I see him in September. As of March tenth I've been seeing vast improvement in my penile condition. The other night I felt 5 minutes of heat in my body, the somatic nerves coagulating together! I still get hard flaccid, but it feels less obviously day by day. It's been 8 days of hardwork: rest, taking it easy, coffee, walks, no smokes, barely driving the car or looking at porn or Racey material. Just simple stuff not over strenuously stuff.
So now I'm turning 38 in less than a week and I still live at home with the folks. It was either that or a group home. So yeah, life got sidetracked by this injury but I'm still hoping for a full recovery. I've come so far I don't see the point in quitting now.
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