One month POST OP……Ok ladies, first and foremost I want to make sure everybody understands that this is my personal experience as Yily’s patient while in Dominican Republic, not anybody else’s.
I made it to DR around 12:30AM on July 5th. Yasmin was waiting for me at the airport. When she saw me she knew it was me. She took me to her place and told me to be ready by 6:30AM. I tried to organize everything I could think of to make sure things were handy for me after surgery. I prepared and bagged all the gifts I bought and left them ready. Took a very long shower and around 4:30AM decided to lay down for a bit. At 6:30AM Yasmin came to my room and I was ready waiting. She took me to CIPLA and as soon as we made it there I noticed the lobby was full of ladies waiting. I wanted to stop and look for the ladies that I knew were having sx the same day as me, but Yasmin told me to follow her straight upstairs (can’t remember which floor that was, maybe 4th, but can’t remember). There were nurses and Yasmin immediately told her I was Yily’s patient, she told them I knew Spanish and she said something else to the nurses and automatically they started filling all paperwork and Yasmin said goodbye. They asked me a bunch of questions and for any historical condition. As soon as I said that when I was little had Asma, their eyebrows raised. Samira came and introduced herself and she took me to the lab. The nurse there was very pleasant and wore gloves all the time. As soon as she finished with me she put the needle through a machine (old) that destroyed the needle. Then I was taken to the cardiologist and everything came back normal, but he started asking me questions about my Asma and I told him that it was while I was a kid, didn’t happen often and my last attack was when I was 23 years old after giving birth to my son (I am now 46). He told me that to make sure everything was fine he was going to order a medicine before getting into surgery. I went back to the counter (nurses) and I was assigned to a big room, if I am not mistaken was 407. Few minutes later I was moved to a very small room with the excuse that the other one, which was 20 times better had the bathroom too far and it was going to be inconvenient for me after surgery, but when I came back from surgery all my things were moved into another room 411 that I was sharing with a lady named Veronica, another Yily’s patient.
Around 10AM approximately Yily, Samira and Ana walked in my room. She gave me a hug and a kiss, but she was furious (I didn’t take it personal at all). She was certainly mad and the first thing that came out of her mouth was that “You are anemic; I cannot do surgery on you, your hemoglobin is 11.4. Out of the six patients I scheduled for today, 4 are anemic and the other 3 didn’t show up, so I don’t have patients for today.” I was in shocked, first because of how mad she looked and sounded and second because I couldn’t believe that my hemoglobin was 11.4 when three months before was 12.2 and 3 weeks before when my doctor cleared me for surgery was 12.4. After that I started taking more iron with vitamin C and an iron tonic with orange juice, so I was looking forward to have it closed to 13, so I wondered for a second if the lab lady made a mistake. Then I remember my period came three days before surgery, I only last 4 days and that was the only reason I could think of. Luckily I had all my documents from my doctor and I already had given them to the nurses to put on my file. Yily told me that if it wasn’t because I had proof of my hemoglobin being 12.4 she wouldn’t believe me. I told her I had my period and then she said, “Ok, that’s what it is if you’ve been bleeding a lot.” Then she said, “let me talk to the anesthesiologist to see what he says. If he agrees with me doing the surgery I will move forward, but only if he agrees.” I said, Ok. I stayed on that tiny room picturing myself going back to Florida without a surgery, I felt very sad for a moment, but was not willing to push it. I thought, ok, maybe it was not meant to be. She then called me a few minutes later over the phone and told me that the anesthesiologist agreed to do the Lipo, TT and BBL, but not an aggressive LIPO and not the chin and arms. I said, Ok, not a problem; there was nothing else I could say. I really wanted my chin and arms badly because I thought I would look deformed, but there was nothing I could do, just go with what the anesthesiologist said, which it was better than nothing done. Samira came got the money and a very young man came to get me with the wheeled bed. I was not marked up, and my blue pill disappeared. When I asked for it, the guy who was taking me to the OR told me not to worry.
Around 10:30AM I was heading to the OR and I was the first patient of the day. Here is when the real deal begins. Inside OR there was a very cute and handsome young man half as sleep, with his head resting on top of a table, I don’t think he was more than 30 years old, the anesthesiologist who looks more convincing, experienced and mature (very sweet and adorable, by the way, he took great care of me). Something was put through my IV because I was there but not really there, then the next thing I see myself is sitting down putting my head on the young man’s chest (the one who went and got me) and that was it. Then I started hallucinating. I was seeing myself inside boxes trying to get out and more boxes were coming in with different shapes and colors, like a labyrinth. It was very crazy, but when I got out of that stage, I woke up face down on my belly getting the Lipo on my back, getting the BBL and the anesthesiologist telling whoever was doing the procedure to slow down, not to go so high on my back and caressing my face, while asking me if I was ok. I was all the time or most of the time awake, only feeling extremely thirsty, tired, and pressured with the Lipo everywhere on my back. There was one time where the pressure was so much that I kind of felt a little bit of pain under my right armpit and I started moving my left hand and hitting the table to let the anesthesiologist know how I was feeling. He said in Spanish “muchacha tu no tienes 2 tetas, tu tienes 4 tetas y te estamos sacando dos” which means, “you don’t have only two tits you have four and we are taking care of two.” But still the discomfort in that area was horrible to me – the results next to my breast, under my armpits – AWESOME!!! Very flat and not fat at all, so it was worth it the pressure and discomfort. I am extremely happy with the results on that area.
Then the next thing I feel is working on my BBL, I guess getting the fat in there. I was up most of the time, if not all of the time. I was talking to the anesthesiologist and I heard all the time what they were talking about, but I didn’t feel pain (besides my right armpit), just a lot of pressure and my body moving a lot. They were playing old Spanish music that were very familiar to me, so I started to discussing who was signing and who they were married to back in the day. At one time I heard Samira coming in and asking what they wanted to eat for lunch. (Very inappropriate because I don’t think while in surgery nobody should come in) I heard Yily answering Samira about pizza and chicken, but her voice was not coming from where I was getting my BBL done, her voice was coming for an angle far from me and my impression was that she was sitting down in a chair far away from me but I couldn’t see her because the big sheet was covering the area and I was still facing down on my belly. I am 99% convinced that she did not do my back Lipo nor my BBL.
Then I heard the anesthesiologist saying to hurry up and they were getting ready to turn me face up and put me on my back to start working on my tummy tuck. At this point is when I see Yily over the sheets and that is when I tell her to make sure I am her masterpiece (in English) and she said, what is masterpiece in Spanish?” but I couldn’t remember how to say it in Spanish and I went out. Then I woke up again and I told her, please make sure my scar is very very low (in Spanish) and she looked at me over the sheets and say, “yes, it is very very low do not worry, you look fabulous and your results after three months are going to be amazing.” She said in Spanish, so I felt relieved. Then she tells the anesthesiologist to look at my face that I was turning extremely red and I told her not to worry because I had rosacea and my red face was normal. Then the anesthesiologists started to tell her and whoever was with her to hurry up and close me out and finished with me that he didn’t want me any longer there under anesthesia. He was rushing them and at the same time he was caressing my face and asking me how I was feeling. Then when Yily finished, she looked at me over the sheet and said that she was done that it was a great job and she left the OR, then whoever was with her started to put the horrible heavy tape all over my torso. They moved me into the wheeled bed and before they were taking me out of the OR the anesthesiologist told me that he was going to come and see me the next day in the morning to make sure I was fine. I told me him “ok, thank you” and as soon as they started moving the bed around I started getting the sensation that I was going to throw up, so I started telling the nurse that was walking next to me in the bed that I was going to throw up, so she got a chux and put it next to my mouth and asked me to throw up there. I threw up a lot of green fluids and even though she tried to hold it all up in one area of the chux, it went out and got into my hair, neck and back. Yes ladies, I stayed with my hair stinky of vomit for long days… until Yasmin was able to take me to the beauty salon to wash and blow dry my hair a week later.