Post Op Day 8 & 9 were pretty uneventful. I went shopping in the city Sunday. Nose cast and all. It was great and you know the SA’s at Barney’s are probably used to seeing women with nose splints walk in.
Yesterday should have been a happy day for me. I was supposed to get my nose cast removed. Well at 10:30 a.m I received a phone call telling me I missed my appointment. Wait a second my appointment was made for 4 p.m not a.m or so I thought. Well apparently Dr.Coscia had to change his appointments due to the anesthesiologists schedule.
Although the receptionist I spoke with (Margie) said she called and left a voicemail on Friday I NEVER received a phone call nor a voicemail. I was even more upset because we had scheduled plans.
WE INTERVIEWED BABY SITTERS THE WEEK PRIOR TO GET A SITTER FOR THIS. DAVID MOVED ALL HIS SCHEDULED JOBS TO THE MORNING AND THEN THEY GO AND THROW ME A CURVEBALL.
To make matters worse Margie was a complete and utter….(how do I put it nicely?)… A RUDE AND CONDESCENDING WITCH TO ME ON THE PHONE. Her tone of voice was snappy and I could tell she was irritatted and she argued with me about calling me and I was told the Dr. could not see me. YOU KNOW WHAT I COULDN’T HELP BUT THINK? WHY THE HELL DID THEY NOT CALL ME IN THE MORNING IF I HAD NOT CONFIRMED MY APPOINTMENT THAT FRIDAY EVENING WHEN THAT SUPPOSED PHONE CALL WAS MADE.
Of course no one bothered to call and ask me again. No one. Why? Because they don’t give a shit. I already spent thousands of dollars to get my nose done and Dr.Coscia finished his job so who cares. Well I fucking care. It’s my nose and my money.
You would think that they would treat you a little nicer considering you just spent thousands of dollars, but nope.
I lost my shit. I yelled back on the phone. I yelled so hard I lost my voice that day. I was so upset and felt so helpless I cried like a child. Helpless and childish are the only words that come to mind to describe how I felt.
I have a right to be upset, though. I DID NOT SPEND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS AT A PLASTIC SURGERY CENTER TO BE BELITTLED AND TREATED LIKE A PEASANT OVER THE PHONE BY NONE OTHER THAN A RECEPTIONIST.
Needless to say Margie could not get me in to see the Dr. because “it’s not her fault and not her problem.”
Dr.Coscia apologized. Ha. I laugh when other people aplogize for others actions and misgivings.
And I know what you’re thinking stop acting entitled. No you know what I made it very clear what it was I wanted and was told I would be given the best care possible. The way Margie treated me on the phone is not the way you treat a patient who just went through a very traumatizing surgery. Yes I fucking said traumatizing.
I’m happy with my nose, but I need to see a damn therapist after this. I’ve dealt with way too much bullshit, and I have no one to blame but MYSELF. I CHOSE this. I wanted the rhinoplasty. I do NOT regret it. It was the best decision of my life, but it’s an emotional challenge to go through a facial surgery that alters the way you look.
I cried so much yesterday because I was upset and hurt. Before I knew it the tape was peeling off my nose, and I grabbed it just a little to pull it up and the whole cast came off. Like nothing. Then I took the best shower of my life and the longest nap of my life.
You know I was warned about the staff at The Plastic Surgery Center, but I went ahead and decided to go with the practice because I heard good things about Dr.Coscia.
I was an emotional wreck at that point and no one not even the doctor gave a shit. And I no longer give a shit.
It’s water under the bridge. My nose looks pretty fabulous aside from the swelling. I have showed my before and after photos to a few people and they all say my nose looks great and natural like I never even had a nose job!
I’ll post photos later this week. I just got my eyelashes refilled at Amazing Lash studio. SHOUTOUT TO AMAZING LASH STUDIO FOR ALWAYS BEING FABULOUS AND NICE TO ME ON THE PHONE. 🙂 They’re great. My eyelashes look fabulous, but I have to wait 24 hours before wearing makeup. I also want to give it a couple more days for the swelling to go down on my nose.
TL;DR: I got yelled at by the receptionist for missing my appointment when I was never even called and informed of a new appointment time. I was then told I could not see the Dr which broke the straw on the camel’s back. I cried so hard my nose cast fell off. The STAFF AT THE PLASTIC SURGERY CENTER SUCKS! I’M NOT BOTCHED. Thank God. My nose looks fab. It is what it is. THE END.
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