Bugs

I had seen various bugs leave my body. I have felt crawling sensations. I identified one as a stink bug.

Other things ive seen leave my body which I did not see before my surgery are mites, fleas, crawlies (looks like little spider ants) my skin goes yellow like sometimes and I don't look as young as I used to.

My body feels very stiff.

I spoke to someone online and he told me about the term "necrophages". Bugs that help matter decompose.

Yupp. Im the living dead.

It doesn't matter how much I use my rife machine or take herbs, my body is still under enermous stress. Trying to survive while nature wishes to finish me off.

Having a possible myserious disease on top of all this does not make it easier.

Despite my slow and steady decline into death, no lawyer in manilla is willing to help me without a quite a fee. Whatabout out of good stature? Ha!

When the bhagadvagita spoke of this reality as sinful, it wasn't kidding!

I didn't realize this world is overcrowded with arrogant people. If I knew, I don't think I would put so much faith in it. The minute they have an oppertunity to do a good deed, their ego convinces them otherwise.

So im dying without proper recognition, not being assisted by any lawyer and the decieving surgeon keeps my money towards her 'lifestyle of the rich and famous' retirement fund. Meanwhile im spending every cent I have trying to survive.

Crumbs!

When will this end

I cancelled my appointment with the bicom practitioner as I am just too tired. Emotionally I've settled down a little. I opted instead to purchase a health analyser. Thats another $600. Woah, this journey is expensive. Thanks to god I don't have to worry about my buccal fat pad but Im in despair that I have no hope in obtaining the body I desire.

I am finding myself falling deeper into sickness. I never imagined a trip to the Philippines to see a 'famed' surgeon would land me down this road. So what, that was just $5,000 for her.

I feel really douped. Now im fighting for my life. 8 months down of treatment. My main progress is that I'm no longer going to the hospital... well at least not as often.

So the trip cost me $9,000 altogether. With that money I spent, I recieved an attrocious result and a serious decline of my health... to the point of almost death.

I'm not sure I am going to survive this. Unless they give me antibiotic drips, this may be a long road of hell.

I'm not sure what kind of infection I got from her surgery or what caused it. But I am very very sick and im succombing to the reality that a trip to this surgeon cost me more than money, losing my beauty, it may probably cost me my life.

After her surgery I was battling severe anxiety, hurt, anger, severe fatigue and frustration. I attempted suicide twice. I did not want to look like that. That nose was my worst nightmare. It was worse than my biological nose. I gave up. I choose to die rather than live with that result.

But attempting suicide was far harder than I thought. God must be keeping me alive for a reason.

6 months after the surgery I had my nose revised in thailand. The whole trip cost me $10,000 altogether, I had to take half of that off my credit card but nothing was going to stop me from revising it. He wasn't able to give me what I wanted but it was much much better. I pushed myself to get up and see him. I didn't have much of a choice. I didn't come this far to look worse than ever. On my way back through the manilla airport, I almost collapsed. But I made it. God gave me the strength to survive those 2 weeks and come back home, he saw me through.

I couldn't believe someone would give me a pointy, droopy nose with a pinched tip and tell me she gave me a 'beautiful aladdin nose' wtf this lady is completely messed up. If I had known she was a fruad, god knows I would be in a better position.

So ive been taking allot of herbs and now, decided to make my own tinctures. Im being pro-active. Im at deaths door but this aint what god wants for me. I feel like he has told me in my heart than he needs me to stay and heal people. Ive noticed that allot of people are battling hard to treat infections in this era.

Surely this world cannot be a cruel, unforgiving place, full of false smiles and deception.

There must be someone in the Philippines who is ethical, compassionate, knowledgable and experienced who would give way to their analytical mind to see that justice must be served.

Surely I'm not alone. Surely god will send me someone to help me out of this predicament. Or am I expected to heal myself and fix this surgeons so called 'mistakes'. Sure, like its a mistake to ignore patient needs and wants while deliberately misleading them into thinking you will give them what they want.

I didn't know there were such fake deceptive people in this world and that I would fall victim to them.

I don't know who on earth would see someone so they can impose on them what they want against their will.

If I knew she had this distorted idea in mind god knows I would run.

I wish I could have read her mind...

But then again I did... on the day of the surgery in the hospital a surge of panic came through me, I knew something was wrong. I made her promise to just straighten my nose. I thought everything else was basically well understood. My intuition did pick up something was wrong.

She held my hand before I went under anesthesia and said "Don't worry, you're in good hands".

I should have trusted myself and backed out, but I thought it was just fear. It was more than that, it was an inner warning.

I learned from that experience to trust a person on their work, never their word. Surgeons don't put their work online if its terrible. But that doesn't stop them from doing it.

It would be nice to live in a world where people honour their word.

I think she is a demonic person. I think she imposed her own desire of what I should look like on me, which was totally wrong for me. The best way to choose a surgeon, is to see if their work fits in with your vision. Nobody will go out their way for you.

But I hope not to get anymore surgery, just enough to fix what has gone wrong.

Ok I have to go hard on the herbs and rife. Im deeply sick and the only thing that is sustaining me is god. The antibiotics scare me. They exasperated problems with my heart.

Patience. Patience... God please bring the right lawyer to me!!

Vahid.

Bedridden

I know I got an infection from the Philippines as I've been bedridden since the surgery. Before my surgery there, I was studying part time.

Now I'm in bed all day. I'm very scared of what my body will look like when I lose weight, as the liposuction was performed completely unproportionally. I found one person in the Domican Republic who does superb work, but even if I could afford it, which I can't right now. I'm far too sick for surgery.

If I had only not made that choice. I regret judging my surgeon on her reputation as opposed to her actual work. It's not difficult to decieve people.

I'm taking anti parasitic herbs, liver cleansing herbs and oregano essential oil as it is a natural antibiotic. I have been rifing the lyme infections; babesia, ehrlichia, bartonella, borrelia, mycoplasma. However I can't seem to find the problem that has made me so sick. I am too exhausted to get further blood tests, and I remain bedridden for the time being.

I think I was very neive to believe this woman in the Philippines. I think people these days care more about money than people.

Im seeing a bicom therapist so I can get a printout of what infections im dealing with.

My buccal fat pads are still growing back; I'm very thankful for that. Unfortunately im not seeing much success growing back the fat on my body. I can't believe I am living im a world where people are allowed to do what my plastic surgeon did and get away with it.

If I could recover I would want to go to the Philippines and take this woman to court. But with the current state of my health this is impossible. I know there must be a good, ethical, affordable god serving lawyer in manilla who is well versed in medical malpractice and would want to help.

I continue to meditate and pray that I no longer live in a world of deceit and injustice. I have called upon the holy fire to help purify me and the world. I want to live in a fair and just society where we care more about helping people than building our own empire.

Keeping safe the natural way

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The nose revision

6 months after the surgery I jumped on a plane to thailand to see a nose specialist who was famed for fixing botched noses. He advised me I needed osteometry as it was the only way my nose could be straightened, I declined. He revised my nose with donor rib cartlidge. I decided to see him as a victim of bad rhinoplasty in Australia advised me to.

Shortly after the surgery I was very happy with the nose, but I was concerned as I expected it to be bigger following surgery.

To my dissapointment the side still lacked projection but the front was still good.

As the swelling settled down, my (almost) dream nose turned into an improved version of my first revision. All in all, that makes 4 nose jobs. The surgeon was right, the crookedness returned as the nose needed osteometry.

The surgery cost me $9,000 AUD and was not the nose I wanted.

The mistake that almost cost me my life

In December 2013 I decided to see a cosmetic surgeon for plastic surgery following frustrations about not being able to acheive the body I desire.

Me and the surgeon agreed to the following;

Buccal fat pad removal
Liposuction under the chin
Liposuction around the waist
Rhinoplasty revision

I advised the surgeon that I wanted the nose straightened and the tip projected forwards, a slight sucked in look with my buccal fat pads, and waist lipo.

The surgeon seemed confident she would deliver the result she promised. I showed her photoshopped pictures of exactly how I wanted my nose and cheeks. When I was in her office I even put nose splints in my nose to further demonstrate the appearance I desired. Not once did she decline nor tell me what I wanted was unachievable.

When I awoke from the aneasthesia the result was my worst nightmare come to reality. My nose was sketchy thin (it was not swollen at that point), it had a dorsal hump and elongated downwards promptly, furthermore than I had ever had in my life and the tip was very pointy and pinched. I would say it was quite opposite to what I desired.

I expressed my extreme distaste for what I found embedded in the middle of my face. The surgeon told me it looked fine and that the tip would lift. It did not.

Furthermore I noticed a lumpiness and hardenning up of tissue on my ribcage area. I realised this area was not the area that was marked for liposuction.

As time went by, I formed two indentations on my cheeks and my body had formed an odd hour glass shape with my lovehandles portruding out. The tip of my nose continued to droop over time. The premaxillary area of the nose became depressed into my face. The nose began to form into a thin, pinched beak like shape. My left ear cartlidge was also over resected and disappeared into the side of my head. An awful odour also began to omit out of my left ear - the ear to which cartlidge was resected.

6 months later I booked a flight to see a nose specialist who was famed for fixing botched noses. The surgery took in total 5 hours. The appearance was much improved.

With prayer and meditation I was able to activate a process which allowed my buccal fat pads to grow back. They began to grow back and as did some of my ear cartlidge.

Over time I was becoming increasingly ill and tired. Doctors were not able to find the problem. I had begun hellucinating at that point; such as, seeing objects duplicate disappear and re-appear, and fearing family members were part of a spiritual conspiracy to have me 'pass over'. Finally, I sought assistance from a bicom practitioner. She found numerous bacteria including borrelia bugderfori and bartonella henslai - common in lymes disease sufferers.

In 2016 I sought treatment with bicom but results were limited. I decided to buy my own rife machine called 'Spooky2'. I have been stradily treating myself with herbs and rife. I have improved much so, I am no longer hellucinating and the stench coming out of my left ear has ended, however I am still very fatigued and bedridden. I am on a course of antibiotics, herbs and rife.

Most of my buccal fat pads have revealed itself and some of my ear cartlidge has returned. The waist liposuction has still left me with very obvious streaks around my rib cage, indentations and an oddly shape. My nose is much improved however it has reduced in size, I continue to enlargen my nose in pictures.

At the moment revision surgery is out of the question as I am far too ill and my money has gone towards healing my body. I am also smoking to help me cope with the crippling depression and anxiety I feel everyday.

I fear I will never be beautiful again.