DR Bound with Medina

Good morning love bugs! Rise and shine.
Today marks the two month anniversary since my surgery. It's crazy that it has been two months already. I am happy with my butt. Of course, we always want more but honestly I look incredible. Pictures don't do it justice.
I didn't want a big ol striipper booty, just something that matched my big athletic thighs. That's what I got. Also remember, I didn't come in with enough fat on my body.
At my consult, first thing she said is "you don't have enough fat to get good results." I think doctors say that so that you don't get your hopes up and you'll be happy with whatever you do get.
Looking back on it now, I kind of wish I would have gotten my arms lipo'd as well. I didn't do it because I kept imagining how hard it would have been to find clothes that worked over arm compression in this crazy Georgia summer heat. But hell, if my arms were skinnier right now no one would be able to tell me a damn thing lmao.
My advice for women traveling out of the country: BRING SOMEONE WITH YOU- if it's someone who knows Spanish, even better. I'm 24 years old, I went alone and I know enough spanish to get around (and that wasn't enough for this kind of thing!). From what I saw, they pick and choose who they want to give proper care to. You have to stay on them about everything. I'm talking about at the recovery house and the clinic. They will try to nickle and dime you for everything that you are worth. The experience is much harder than anything that you read here on realself can prepare you for. At my recovery house, there were women whose lungs collapsed during surgery, one girl had to go back to the hospital a few days after her operation because she couldn't move her leg and part of her butt was so on fire it was actually hot to the touch, etc etc. Crazy stuff happens out there and when/if you're essentially on your own it's even harder.
No one, not Dr. Medina or anyone from her staff has reached out to me since I've been home. Even in the days right after my procedure (at the recovery house) no one ever checked on me. If I had any interactions with them, it was because I repeatedly reached out to them. Some of them lie. There are just too many phone numbers. I had two numbers for Dr. Medina. I think only one of them was actually her. One was her patient coordinator Marielle pretending to be her. We discovered that when the girl who couldn't move her leg reached out to "Dr. Medina" and was prescribed something completely irrelevant to her symptoms talked to the Doctor the next day and the doctor was completely confused and had no idea that this patient even had any complications.

It's honestly a hot mess. Please be careful.

All that said, I made it out alive!! I have a pretty face so I've always gotten a good amount of attention, but this new butt... Girl... it's crazy out here. I've been out on the town twice (a lot for me) and the drinks are bought for me left and right. People want to pay for you to go anywhere they are. I'm not into all of that. I have a sweet, loving boyfriend who loved me BEFORE my body looked like this and he's all I'm interested in. The attention is something else.

Definitely wear your freaking faja girls. It's tempting because you want to take it off and flex for the world, but just wear your damn faja. You paid too much for this body to not get your best results.

Hey loves. So I’m back home. I was supposed to stay out there until Friday, but after all that went down I HAD to get OUT of there.

Basically the the surgeon wanted me to get a blood transfusion AFTER the procedure. I asked her what my levels were... she didn’t know. I asked her what they were before surgery... she didn’t know. I didn’t expect her to memorize them, but like I thought she’d at least have a chart with my info on it?
So anyway, once I asked those questions she kinda went off on me like “what do you think I’m crazy?? Just operating on people... blah blah blah.” I was like no? Just asking.

So I refused the blood transfusion because I was fine. She got really mad at me and everything pretty much went downhill from there. The patient coordinators became less responsive. I was basically out there on my own.

My advice is to know your stuff and stand your ground. Don’t go in expecting too much.

If you want more details, just let me know. I’m going to post some pictures in my next post.

I'd say run, run as far as you can. I know I am still swollen and everything, but as many reviews as I read on this site... Nothing could have prepared me for this. I don't even know where to start. I feel like I have ruined my body. I hate being here (mind you, I love travelling so that says a lot), and all around it's pretty much miserable. Just being honest.