Warning: Bimax is highly psychologically taxing and if you are planning it please read this to know what you are in for

[richcel]

Hey guys, I got bimax with Pagnoni 1 week ago and I’ve been experiencing a difficult recovery. Let me explain so you all can be more prepared.

Pagnoni strikes me as a highly capable and trustworthy person, and as far as I can tell he did his job perfectly according to the surgical plan so I won’t be talking about him. Instead I will be talking about the most grueling aspects of the recovery that would affect everyone regardless of the surgeon or plan.

First of all, it’s a terrible idea to do it at the time and place I did, which is summer in Rome. This place feels like Iraq or something, it’s extremely hot and miserable and a terrible place to have a swollen up face. It would be a lot better to do this in the winter or a colder climate. Don’t underestimate how much the heat fucking sucks when you are recovering.

Secondly, the first day after waking up is literally hell. You will be knocked out on morphine, getting drugs pumped into your arm and immediately needing to piss them out into a bucket thing which feels extremely subhuman as during this stage you likely won’t be able to move even to go to the toilet for 1 day or so. You will be extremely constipated from morphine so no need to worry about shitting. And your mouth nose and sinuses will be plastered with this awful foul bloody fluid which will constantly leak out if you try to move. For me my nose was completely clogged up and I could only breathe through my lips which had swollen up to Floydian proportions prompting constant anxiety that I would suffocate.

This is an extremely bad set of conditions, and I don’t recommend ever doing this surgery without a loved one or close friend to accompany you. I was haunted by constant nightmares and the fear of death, and my throat was constantly dry and sore from mouth breathing and the intubation. At times I felt like I was going to suffocate or that the swelling was growing to the point that I could be fully unable to breathe. I also had a persistent paranoid delusion that my brain was being starved of oxygen and I truly believed I was suffering brain death and no one around me knew or cared to help. But this delusion actually makes sense when the morphine is fucking with your brain as it actually does make you kind of retarded.

This was my first time in a darker city like Rome coming from the more advanced world, and I had already felt aspects of my personality dissolving into the bazaar even before getting the surgery. Let me just say Rome is definitely not a white area to those of you living in the US, this place is completely different to what you’re used to unless your from like a Mexican neighborhood or something. I had visited the colosseum just a day prior and I was kind of shocked by the vast and impersonal procession of the crowd, which felt very ancient. In contrast with the more individualist culture in America, I felt like I could dissolve into this brown biomass, forgetting my name and ambitions, and I had constant visions of my body becoming melted and seared and strewn about the sinews of culture itself, corroding and searing meaning and truth and personality all the way down. In my mind culture and humanity was represented by massive flesh caverns with bones and sinew and cartilage and tendons holding the whole thing together. I think maybe I was seeing a subconscious vision of the inside of my skull which had just been rearranged. And I imagined the writhing of my new form or maybe “our” new form, this corrosive flesh monster, absorbing flesh and decay and rot and putrefaction from the large and blood filled caverns, and I saw myself reborn with these chaotic and Dionysian forces contained within my arms which were miles long and filled with fragments of rotting flesh. I saw the blood running off of rotting carcasses transmuted into potent wine and tossed onto the exposed brains of Apollonian subjects, dissolving their persons and turning them into members of the ever expanding biomass, and subjecting their reason and identity to tearing and fragment, which is also what I felt had happened to me. During these visions I felt I could no longer deny the irrational and deeply destructive parts of my mind and body. I also didn’t feel like I would wake up as a person, but as a malleable and shape shifting entity, just skin wrapped around the horrifying eldritch abomination I felt like I had become. I could also see the blood-wine, which also kind of looked like the fire of Yahweh that you can’t look into without dying, appear as a microscopic clone of my own twisted body, grasping onto neurons as it was poured, connecting them, holding them together, and ripping them apart. I kept on waking up to vomit from these putrid visions but I could never muster any vomit just disgusting blood and saliva pooling up in my mouth and needing to spit it out. It was very unpleasant and mentally draining and would have been easier with a friend or family member. Luckily some doctors did talk to me and check up on me which did make me feel a bit better but yeah, the experience was really bad for those first couple of days.

So this is my experience with bimax recovery, please keep in mind it was very difficult for me and I don’t recommend taking this lightly.

 

[zaebalsya]

Thanks for the info! Hope ur recovery will be really fast.
How are you feeling now? It's only been a week, it's too early to talk about it but do you think it was worth it?

 

[key]

Hope you feel better soon hang in there brah

 

[Seong Gi-Hun]

Dnrd ascension or death

 

[AryanSchizo]

same thing with my rhinoplasty tbh

 

[AryanSchizo]

plastic surgery of any kind is very psychologically taxing

 

[nortaa4]

being a sub5 for life is more taxing

 

[jaymog]

Thanks for sharing this. It is super psychologically taxing. It’s still taxing 4 months post op for me. Always fearing relapse, orthodontics post op suck ass and your mouth feels bulky and horrendous, relearning to eat, swelling is still majorly persistent for me, and lymphatic fluid fluctuations from day to night are fkn insane I look like a bowling ball when I wake up still, then in a few hours I look better, then mid day I look normal.

Shit is brutal. But fuck it. Better than being subhuman

 

[chrishell]

Put down the Nietzsche and pick up some BPC-157 peptide to accelerate your recovery bro.


Best of luck. It is tough

 

[Dathomirian Zabrak]

Stop bitching nigga

 

[Xx_gloomy_bison_xX]

This was my first time in a darker city like Rome coming from the more advanced world,

What a stupid comment. Where is this advanced world OP?
I guess you live in Coruscant

And Darker city? wtf does that even mean?

Let me just say Rome is definitely not a white area to those of you living in the US, this place is completely different to what you’re used to unless your from like a Mexican neighborhood or something.

If you are from North Dakota with Norwegian ancestry yes Rome may not be as "white" but most of US especially all the big cities are not certainly not "white"

 

[MogEater]

Today I got SARPE. They literally cut my maxilla in the middle, put an axe, and started hitting the bottom of the axe with a hammer.

It was horrible. My doctor said if he cuts from the side, it’s gonna be LF1 — so I was scared. It was horrible.

The good thing is, it was perfect in terms of pre-surgery prep. The pain is nothing.

THE PAIN AND HURT ARE NOTHING. YOU’RE JUST SO FUCKING SCARED THAT SOMETHING MIGHT GO WRONG. THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU FREAK OUT.

Listen — nothing scares you more than OBO > LF1. These two fucking bones make you very scared.
And I was fucking awake while they were smashing a hammer into my maxilla. My brain felt like it was bombing.

And it’s your fucking middle of the face. It was horrible. I have 5 stitches, by the way.

After 12 hours, pain was never the problem. Meds work very well.

Everything is going perfect right now. Asymmetrical expansion always means a small change, but custom SARPE probably works through that.

I feel fucking great, but it’s mostly about having the best doctor. He’s like Pagnoni, but for orthodontics. I visited nearly 10 orthos, and he was the most professional, best doctor. I love my doctor.

I don’t know — I feel very energetic even after the fucking SARPE. But the psychology is very important.

At first, the doc told me I could only eat soup. So I started eating soup, and I was fucking scared — what if the soup goes between the SARPE cut and my maxilla?

Of course this is unrealistic, but I was scared. That’s called anxiety and overthinking, but it’s not that bad.

So — the mindset is what matters. You know what you got, and you know what you want.

If you really want this, and you’re sure about it, and you understand the whole process — all the problems and side effects — then pain was never the issue.

 

[iblamemandible7]

Feel better bro look forward to the beginning of your new life

Im planning to get bimax and the recovery scares the shit out of me sounds like hell jfl give us more updates when you start feeling better

 

[iblamemandible7]

Also dont try to talk him out of it I want to see what happens

 

[Gs.]

The morphine really did fuck with your brain, what a roalercoaster of feelings this was

 

[richcel]

Thanks for the info! Hope ur recovery will be really fast.
How are you feeling now? It's only been a week, it's too early to talk about it but do you think it was worth it?

I’m feeling a lot better but there’s still major discomfort especially with the jaw muscles and I’ve been having trouble eating. But my recovery is proceeding as expected

 

[richcel]

What a stupid comment. Where is this advanced world OP?
I guess you live in Coruscant

And Darker city? wtf does that even mean?



If you are from North Dakota with Norwegian ancestry yes Rome may not be as "white" but most of US especially all the big cities are not certainly not "white"

yes major American cities are brown, but they still have a white character. Like there aren’t piles of rotting trash on the street or people doing the shell game thing at tourist attractions or little jeet looking people running unlicensed fruit stands or everyone using a loud, toxic polluting motorbike and the air isn’t heavy with the smell of smog and tobacco smoke. This place is brown through and through, and I’m talking about in character and custom not just the actual people living here. I don’t mean this as an insult as I myself am part brown just that it’s total culture shock compared to anything I’ve seen in America or more northerly Europe or even Japan. Also the subway is poorly maintained, there’s graffiti everywhere, all the stores sell low quality and outdated garbage (I had trouble finding a usb-c cable and the one I have is almost broken after a few days) and it looks like no one bothers to clean the streets or statues. As someone who’s only been to the nice parts of America, Switzerland, and Japan, This place definitely feels less advanced that anything I’m used to.

 

[lurking truecel]

yes major American cities are brown, but they still have a white character. Like there aren’t piles of rotting trash on the street or people doing the shell game thing at tourist attractions or little jeet looking people running unlicensed fruit stands or everyone using a loud, toxic polluting motorbike and the air isn’t heavy with the smell of smog and tobacco smoke. This place is brown through and through, and I’m talking about in character and custom not just the actual people living here. I don’t mean this as an insult as I myself am part brown just that it’s total culture shock compared to anything I’ve seen in America or more northerly Europe or even Japan. Also the subway is poorly maintained, there’s graffiti everywhere, all the stores sell low quality and outdated garbage (I had trouble finding a usb-c cable and the one I have is almost broken after a few days) and it looks like no one bothers to clean the streets or statues. As someone who’s only been to the nice parts of America, Switzerland, and Japan, This place definitely feels less advanced that anything I’m used to.

Yea i did bimax in rome too and i agree the enivroment is fucking miserable to some degree. Even if its good in many places, but its stinky in some way

 

[richcel]

Yea i did bimax in rome too and i agree the enivroment is fucking miserable to some degree. Even if its good in many places, but its stinky in some way

Indeed, and it makes me concerned for the rest of the West as well. What happens when the average American or German is as dark as the average Italian? Civilization will be over, literally just a massive procession of merchant carts and tourist scams under a red-brown cloud of suffocating nitric smog in the shadow of crumbling skyscrapers that no one knows how to maintain. Seeing this city strongly convinced me of the need for eugenics.

 

[richcel]

Yea i did bimax in rome too and i agree the enivroment is fucking miserable to some degree. Even if its good in many places, but its stinky in some way

The airport also sucks it’s the worst I’ve seen ever

 

[lurking truecel]

Indeed, and it makes me concerned for the rest of the West as well. What happens when the average American or German is as dark as the average Italian? Civilization will be over, literally just a massive procession of merchant carts and tourist scams under a red-brown cloud of suffocating nitric smog in the shadow of crumbling skyscrapers that no one knows how to maintain. Seeing this city strongly convinced me of the need for eugenics.

I mean people mog in rome tho, but yea west is gone

 

[lurking truecel]

The airport also sucks it’s the worst I’ve seen ever

Its sweaty as hell

 

[LEFORT17]

Hey guys, I got bimax with Pagnoni 1 week ago and I’ve been experiencing a difficult recovery. Let me explain so you all can be more prepared.

Pagnoni strikes me as a highly capable and trustworthy person, and as far as I can tell he did his job perfectly according to the surgical plan so I won’t be talking about him. Instead I will be talking about the most grueling aspects of the recovery that would affect everyone regardless of the surgeon or plan.

First of all, it’s a terrible idea to do it at the time and place I did, which is summer in Rome. This place feels like Iraq or something, it’s extremely hot and miserable and a terrible place to have a swollen up face. It would be a lot better to do this in the winter or a colder climate. Don’t underestimate how much the heat fucking sucks when you are recovering.

Secondly, the first day after waking up is literally hell. You will be knocked out on morphine, getting drugs pumped into your arm and immediately needing to piss them out into a bucket thing which feels extremely subhuman as during this stage you likely won’t be able to move even to go to the toilet for 1 day or so. You will be extremely constipated from morphine so no need to worry about shitting. And your mouth nose and sinuses will be plastered with this awful foul bloody fluid which will constantly leak out if you try to move. For me my nose was completely clogged up and I could only breathe through my lips which had swollen up to Floydian proportions prompting constant anxiety that I would suffocate.

This is an extremely bad set of conditions, and I don’t recommend ever doing this surgery without a loved one or close friend to accompany you. I was haunted by constant nightmares and the fear of death, and my throat was constantly dry and sore from mouth breathing and the intubation. At times I felt like I was going to suffocate or that the swelling was growing to the point that I could be fully unable to breathe. I also had a persistent paranoid delusion that my brain was being starved of oxygen and I truly believed I was suffering brain death and no one around me knew or cared to help. But this delusion actually makes sense when the morphine is fucking with your brain as it actually does make you kind of retarded.

This was my first time in a darker city like Rome coming from the more advanced world, and I had already felt aspects of my personality dissolving into the bazaar even before getting the surgery. Let me just say Rome is definitely not a white area to those of you living in the US, this place is completely different to what you’re used to unless your from like a Mexican neighborhood or something. I had visited the colosseum just a day prior and I was kind of shocked by the vast and impersonal procession of the crowd, which felt very ancient. In contrast with the more individualist culture in America, I felt like I could dissolve into this brown biomass, forgetting my name and ambitions, and I had constant visions of my body becoming melted and seared and strewn about the sinews of culture itself, corroding and searing meaning and truth and personality all the way down. In my mind culture and humanity was represented by massive flesh caverns with bones and sinew and cartilage and tendons holding the whole thing together. I think maybe I was seeing a subconscious vision of the inside of my skull which had just been rearranged. And I imagined the writhing of my new form or maybe “our” new form, this corrosive flesh monster, absorbing flesh and decay and rot and putrefaction from the large and blood filled caverns, and I saw myself reborn with these chaotic and Dionysian forces contained within my arms which were miles long and filled with fragments of rotting flesh. I saw the blood running off of rotting carcasses transmuted into potent wine and tossed onto the exposed brains of Apollonian subjects, dissolving their persons and turning them into members of the ever expanding biomass, and subjecting their reason and identity to tearing and fragment, which is also what I felt had happened to me. During these visions I felt I could no longer deny the irrational and deeply destructive parts of my mind and body. I also didn’t feel like I would wake up as a person, but as a malleable and shape shifting entity, just skin wrapped around the horrifying eldritch abomination I felt like I had become. I could also see the blood-wine, which also kind of looked like the fire of Yahweh that you can’t look into without dying, appear as a microscopic clone of my own twisted body, grasping onto neurons as it was poured, connecting them, holding them together, and ripping them apart. I kept on waking up to vomit from these putrid visions but I could never muster any vomit just disgusting blood and saliva pooling up in my mouth and needing to spit it out. It was very unpleasant and mentally draining and would have been easier with a friend or family member. Luckily some doctors did talk to me and check up on me which did make me feel a bit better but yeah, the experience was really bad for those first couple of days.

So this is my experience with bimax recovery, please keep in mind it was very difficult for me and I don’t recommend taking this lightly.

mad respect for going through this solo in a foreign country/continent. gl on your recovery and keep us updated

 

[Xx_gloomy_bison_xX]

yes major American cities are brown, but they still have a white character. Like there aren’t piles of rotting trash on the street or people doing the shell game thing at tourist attractions or little jeet looking people running unlicensed fruit stands or everyone using a loud, toxic polluting motorbike and the air isn’t heavy with the smell of smog and tobacco smoke. This place is brown through and through, and I’m talking about in character and custom not just the actual people living here. I don’t mean this as an insult as I myself am part brown just that it’s total culture shock compared to anything I’ve seen in America or more northerly Europe or even Japan. Also the subway is poorly maintained, there’s graffiti everywhere, all the stores sell low quality and outdated garbage (I had trouble finding a usb-c cable and the one I have is almost broken after a few days) and it looks like no one bothers to clean the streets or statues. As someone who’s only been to the nice parts of America, Switzerland, and Japan, This place definitely feels less advanced that anything I’m used to.

I understand your point and I agree with you to some extent especially for Switzerland and Japan but many US cities are dirty af too. LA, SF and NYC etc they have lots of homeless people on the streets. NYC is infested by rats and cockroaches. Also MTA subway in NYC is easily one of the worst public transportation in the world. Dirty, unsafe and unreliable af due to massive delays happening hourly. Times Square is kinda same too with weirdos doing stunts and crazies screaming.

 

[haus33]

I found it somewhat painful in the first couple weeks, but not psychologically difficult. Getting it out of the country and in extreme heat in the summer would make it worse though.

 

[kingofkings]

How is your recovery progressing now?

 

[richcel]

How is your recovery progressing now?

I’m good but the swelling is still uncomfortable

 

[new psl]

Indeed, and it makes me concerned for the rest of the West as well. What happens when the average American or German is as dark as the average Italian? Civilization will be over, literally just a massive procession of merchant carts and tourist scams under a red-brown cloud of suffocating nitric smog in the shadow of crumbling skyscrapers that no one knows how to maintain. Seeing this city strongly convinced me of the need for eugenics.

How do u think this will ascend you?

 

[richcel]

How do u think this will ascend you?

Wdym

 

[new psl]

Wdym

What do u expect to look like when recovered

 

[richcel]

What do u expect to look like when recovered

Maybe like a 4 to a 6 hopefully

 

[new psl]

Maybe like a 4 to a 6 hopefully

Do u plan to get more surgeries in future for future ascension?

 

[richcel]

Do u plan to get more surgeries in future for future ascension?

yes, I will probably do another round of implants and leg lengthening, but maybe not

 

[tweaqo]

What do you do on a day to day basis?

When I get jaw surgery I plan on just playing rainbow six all day while I’m awake. Do you think u have the energy to do that?

 

[richcel]

What do you do on a day to day basis?

When I get jaw surgery I plan on just playing rainbow six all day while I’m awake. Do you think u have the energy to do that?

Yes you will have the energy for that after the anasthesia and morphine wears off which

 

[Mainlander]

Mirin

Literally sounds like ascend or death

But I hope the pain will be worth it and that you will ascend

 

[jaymog]

What do you do on a day to day basis?

When I get jaw surgery I plan on just playing rainbow six all day while I’m awake. Do you think u have the energy to do that?

Oh yeah you can do that. I played ghost recon wildlands all day for like 10 days straight to pass the time of recovery lol.

 

[TJswag]

Hey guys, I got bimax with Pagnoni 1 week ago and I’ve been experiencing a difficult recovery. Let me explain so you all can be more prepared.

Pagnoni strikes me as a highly capable and trustworthy person, and as far as I can tell he did his job perfectly according to the surgical plan so I won’t be talking about him. Instead I will be talking about the most grueling aspects of the recovery that would affect everyone regardless of the surgeon or plan.

First of all, it’s a terrible idea to do it at the time and place

I did, which is summer in Rome. This place feels like Iraq or something, it’s extremely hot and miserable and a terrible place to have a swollen up face. It would be a lot better to do this in the winter or a colder climate. Don’t underestimate how much the heat fucking sucks when you are recovering.

Secondly, the first day after waking up is literally hell. You will be knocked out on morphine, getting drugs pumped into your arm and immediately needing to piss them out into a bucket thing which feels extremely subhuman as during this stage you likely won’t be able to move even to go to the toilet for 1 day or so. You will be extremely constipated from morphine so no need to worry about shitting. And your mouth nose and sinuses will be plastered with this awful foul bloody fluid which will constantly leak out if you try to move. For me my nose was completely clogged up and I could only breathe through my lips which had swollen up to Floydian proportions prompting constant anxiety that I would suffocate.

This is an extremely bad set of conditions, and I don’t recommend ever doing this surgery without a loved one or close friend to accompany you. I was haunted by constant nightmares and the fear of death, and my throat was constantly dry and sore from mouth breathing and the intubation. At times I felt like I was going to suffocate or that the swelling was growing to the point that I could be fully unable to breathe. I also had a persistent paranoid delusion that my brain was being starved of oxygen and I truly believed I was suffering brain death and no one around me knew or cared to help. But this delusion actually makes sense when the morphine is fucking with your brain as it actually does make you kind of retarded.

This was my first time in a darker city like Rome coming from the more advanced world, and I had already felt aspects of my personality dissolving into the bazaar even before getting the surgery. Let me just say Rome is definitely not a white area to those of you living in the US, this place is completely different to what you’re used to unless your from like a Mexican neighborhood or something. I had visited the colosseum just a day prior and I was kind of shocked by the vast and impersonal procession of the crowd, which felt very ancient. In contrast with the more individualist culture in America, I felt like I could dissolve into this brown biomass, forgetting my name and ambitions, and I had constant visions of my body becoming melted and seared and strewn about the sinews of culture itself, corroding and searing meaning and truth and personality all the way down. In my mind culture and humanity was represented by massive flesh caverns with bones and sinew and cartilage and tendons holding the whole thing together. I think maybe I was seeing a subconscious vision of the inside of my skull which had just been rearranged. And I imagined the writhing of my new form or maybe “our” new form, this corrosive flesh monster, absorbing flesh and decay and rot and putrefaction from the large and blood filled caverns, and I saw myself reborn with these chaotic and Dionysian forces contained within my arms which were miles long and filled with fragments of rotting flesh. I saw the blood running off of rotting carcasses transmuted into potent wine and tossed onto the exposed brains of Apollonian subjects, dissolving their persons and turning them into members of the ever expanding biomass, and subjecting their reason and identity to tearing and fragment, which is also what I felt had happened to me. During these visions I felt I could no longer deny the irrational and deeply destructive parts of my mind and body. I also didn’t feel like I would wake up as a person, but as a malleable and shape shifting entity, just skin wrapped around the horrifying eldritch abomination I felt like I had become. I could also see the blood-wine, which also kind of looked like the fire of Yahweh that you can’t look into without dying, appear as a microscopic clone of my own twisted body, grasping onto neurons as it was poured, connecting them, holding them together, and ripping them apart. I kept on waking up to vomit from these putrid visions but I could never muster any vomit just disgusting blood and saliva pooling up in my mouth and needing to spit it out. It was very unpleasant and mentally draining and would have been easier with a friend or family member. Luckily some doctors did talk to me and check up on me which did make me feel a bit better but yeah, the experience was really bad for those first couple of days.

So this is my experience with bimax recovery, please keep in mind it was very difficult for me and I don’t recommend taking this lightly.

Yikes. I hope you feel better soon mate. Be sure to post the ascension!

 

[bimaxmaxxer]

congrats to your bimax, what personally scares me the most is permanent nerve damage.

Btw, are the formulars written in english or italian?

 

[DownUnderCopeAttack]

Exaggerated story.
I don’t know if a bimax is the same as DJS.
If it is, it’s not that bad. I’ve noticed people who are not athletic tend to have higher complaints/complications.

I was walking the first day, got my pain killers, and just cruised on by. Eating is tough, and adapting to a liquid diet is hard, also slightly more expensive if you don’t have a blender.

It really isn’t that bad.

 

[MrHandz]

I felt like I could dissolve into this brown biomass, forgetting my name and ambitions, and I had constant visions of my body becoming melted and seared and strewn about the sinews of culture itself, corroding and searing meaning and truth and personality all the way down. In my mind culture and humanity was represented by massive flesh caverns with bones and sinew and cartilage and tendons holding the whole thing together.

Holy shit write a book
first mf on .org who can write

 

[HorseMan7]

Hey guys, I got bimax with Pagnoni 1 week ago and I’ve been experiencing a difficult recovery. Let me explain so you all can be more prepared.

Pagnoni strikes me as a highly capable and trustworthy person, and as far as I can tell he did his job perfectly according to the surgical plan so I won’t be talking about him. Instead I will be talking about the most grueling aspects of the recovery that would affect everyone regardless of the surgeon or plan.

First of all, it’s a terrible idea to do it at the time and place I did, which is summer in Rome. This place feels like Iraq or something, it’s extremely hot and miserable and a terrible place to have a swollen up face. It would be a lot better to do this in the winter or a colder climate. Don’t underestimate how much the heat fucking sucks when you are recovering.

Secondly, the first day after waking up is literally hell. You will be knocked out on morphine, getting drugs pumped into your arm and immediately needing to piss them out into a bucket thing which feels extremely subhuman as during this stage you likely won’t be able to move even to go to the toilet for 1 day or so. You will be extremely constipated from morphine so no need to worry about shitting. And your mouth nose and sinuses will be plastered with this awful foul bloody fluid which will constantly leak out if you try to move. For me my nose was completely clogged up and I could only breathe through my lips which had swollen up to Floydian proportions prompting constant anxiety that I would suffocate.

This is an extremely bad set of conditions, and I don’t recommend ever doing this surgery without a loved one or close friend to accompany you. I was haunted by constant nightmares and the fear of death, and my throat was constantly dry and sore from mouth breathing and the intubation. At times I felt like I was going to suffocate or that the swelling was growing to the point that I could be fully unable to breathe. I also had a persistent paranoid delusion that my brain was being starved of oxygen and I truly believed I was suffering brain death and no one around me knew or cared to help. But this delusion actually makes sense when the morphine is fucking with your brain as it actually does make you kind of retarded.

This was my first time in a darker city like Rome coming from the more advanced world, and I had already felt aspects of my personality dissolving into the bazaar even before getting the surgery. Let me just say Rome is definitely not a white area to those of you living in the US, this place is completely different to what you’re used to unless your from like a Mexican neighborhood or something. I had visited the colosseum just a day prior and I was kind of shocked by the vast and impersonal procession of the crowd, which felt very ancient. In contrast with the more individualist culture in America, I felt like I could dissolve into this brown biomass, forgetting my name and ambitions, and I had constant visions of my body becoming melted and seared and strewn about the sinews of culture itself, corroding and searing meaning and truth and personality all the way down. In my mind culture and humanity was represented by massive flesh caverns with bones and sinew and cartilage and tendons holding the whole thing together. I think maybe I was seeing a subconscious vision of the inside of my skull which had just been rearranged. And I imagined the writhing of my new form or maybe “our” new form, this corrosive flesh monster, absorbing flesh and decay and rot and putrefaction from the large and blood filled caverns, and I saw myself reborn with these chaotic and Dionysian forces contained within my arms which were miles long and filled with fragments of rotting flesh. I saw the blood running off of rotting carcasses transmuted into potent wine and tossed onto the exposed brains of Apollonian subjects, dissolving their persons and turning them into members of the ever expanding biomass, and subjecting their reason and identity to tearing and fragment, which is also what I felt had happened to me. During these visions I felt I could no longer deny the irrational and deeply destructive parts of my mind and body. I also didn’t feel like I would wake up as a person, but as a malleable and shape shifting entity, just skin wrapped around the horrifying eldritch abomination I felt like I had become. I could also see the blood-wine, which also kind of looked like the fire of Yahweh that you can’t look into without dying, appear as a microscopic clone of my own twisted body, grasping onto neurons as it was poured, connecting them, holding them together, and ripping them apart. I kept on waking up to vomit from these putrid visions but I could never muster any vomit just disgusting blood and saliva pooling up in my mouth and needing to spit it out. It was very unpleasant and mentally draining and would have been easier with a friend or family member. Luckily some doctors did talk to me and check up on me which did make me feel a bit better but yeah, the experience was really bad for those first couple of days.

So this is my experience with bimax recovery, please keep in mind it was very difficult for me and I don’t recommend taking this lightly.

Good god, the way you described some of this made it sound like you were tripping on ayahuasca or something. I'm more scared for surgery than I was before. Good luck with recovery and thanks for documenting it.

 

[levaloisperret1998]

Hey guys, I got bimax with Pagnoni 1 week ago and I’ve been experiencing a difficult recovery. Let me explain so you all can be more prepared.

Pagnoni strikes me as a highly capable and trustworthy person, and as far as I can tell he did his job perfectly according to the surgical plan so I won’t be talking about him. Instead I will be talking about the most grueling aspects of the recovery that would affect everyone regardless of the surgeon or plan.

First of all, it’s a terrible idea to do it at the time and place I did, which is summer in Rome. This place feels like Iraq or something, it’s extremely hot and miserable and a terrible place to have a swollen up face. It would be a lot better to do this in the winter or a colder climate. Don’t underestimate how much the heat fucking sucks when you are recovering.

Secondly, the first day after waking up is literally hell. You will be knocked out on morphine, getting drugs pumped into your arm and immediately needing to piss them out into a bucket thing which feels extremely subhuman as during this stage you likely won’t be able to move even to go to the toilet for 1 day or so. You will be extremely constipated from morphine so no need to worry about shitting. And your mouth nose and sinuses will be plastered with this awful foul bloody fluid which will constantly leak out if you try to move. For me my nose was completely clogged up and I could only breathe through my lips which had swollen up to Floydian proportions prompting constant anxiety that I would suffocate.

This is an extremely bad set of conditions, and I don’t recommend ever doing this surgery without a loved one or close friend to accompany you. I was haunted by constant nightmares and the fear of death, and my throat was constantly dry and sore from mouth breathing and the intubation. At times I felt like I was going to suffocate or that the swelling was growing to the point that I could be fully unable to breathe. I also had a persistent paranoid delusion that my brain was being starved of oxygen and I truly believed I was suffering brain death and no one around me knew or cared to help. But this delusion actually makes sense when the morphine is fucking with your brain as it actually does make you kind of retarded.

This was my first time in a darker city like Rome coming from the more advanced world, and I had already felt aspects of my personality dissolving into the bazaar even before getting the surgery. Let me just say Rome is definitely not a white area to those of you living in the US, this place is completely different to what you’re used to unless your from like a Mexican neighborhood or something. I had visited the colosseum just a day prior and I was kind of shocked by the vast and impersonal procession of the crowd, which felt very ancient. In contrast with the more individualist culture in America, I felt like I could dissolve into this brown biomass, forgetting my name and ambitions, and I had constant visions of my body becoming melted and seared and strewn about the sinews of culture itself, corroding and searing meaning and truth and personality all the way down. In my mind culture and humanity was represented by massive flesh caverns with bones and sinew and cartilage and tendons holding the whole thing together. I think maybe I was seeing a subconscious vision of the inside of my skull which had just been rearranged. And I imagined the writhing of my new form or maybe “our” new form, this corrosive flesh monster, absorbing flesh and decay and rot and putrefaction from the large and blood filled caverns, and I saw myself reborn with these chaotic and Dionysian forces contained within my arms which were miles long and filled with fragments of rotting flesh. I saw the blood running off of rotting carcasses transmuted into potent wine and tossed onto the exposed brains of Apollonian subjects, dissolving their persons and turning them into members of the ever expanding biomass, and subjecting their reason and identity to tearing and fragment, which is also what I felt had happened to me. During these visions I felt I could no longer deny the irrational and deeply destructive parts of my mind and body. I also didn’t feel like I would wake up as a person, but as a malleable and shape shifting entity, just skin wrapped around the horrifying eldritch abomination I felt like I had become. I could also see the blood-wine, which also kind of looked like the fire of Yahweh that you can’t look into without dying, appear as a microscopic clone of my own twisted body, grasping onto neurons as it was poured, connecting them, holding them together, and ripping them apart. I kept on waking up to vomit from these putrid visions but I could never muster any vomit just disgusting blood and saliva pooling up in my mouth and needing to spit it out. It was very unpleasant and mentally draining and would have been easier with a friend or family member. Luckily some doctors did talk to me and check up on me which did make me feel a bit better but yeah, the experience was really bad for those first couple of days.

So this is my experience with bimax recovery, please keep in mind it was very difficult for me and I don’t recommend taking this lightly.

Hope you ascend brother! Did you get saddle infras as well ? Im getting those in few weeks hope its worth it

 

[courtcase75]

Dude wtf, that's the craziest shit I've ever read

 

[lurking truecel]

Exaggerated story.
I don’t know if a bimax is the same as DJS.
If it is, it’s not that bad. I’ve noticed people who are not athletic tend to have higher complaints/complications.

I was walking the first day, got my pain killers, and just cruised on by. Eating is tough, and adapting to a liquid diet is hard, also slightly more expensive if you don’t have a blender.

It really isn’t that bad.

It depends on the movements