Wish granted, but you became one of those people that could not feel pain. Your feet would be covered in cuts, bruises, and blisters. Eventually the blisters would all end up getting infected, and your feet would have to be amputated. Since you felt no pain, you were able to walk around on your nubs, and you didn't want to be babied. So you'd end up walking and ripping open the stitches. You'd continue the process until you had your legs amputated all the way up to your thighs.
I wish that I wasn't so tired.