From Beauty to the Beast...well,precisely to the Pig! - Slovenia

So here we ho again,I am twenty and I already had a boob job done,long time ago. I was just a kid not even 16 years old,and no,this wasn't just a whim,I basically had no boobs,and it was as terrible as you can imagine.
The surgery went just perfect and my life got better,let alone self esteem! I was now "complete" . I was doing pretty much of what a socialite does so everything was fine and I was really attractive.
Till I took poor decision and stuff and I ended up being diagnosed with bipolar too and other co-existing disorders. Mood swings,always unhappy,love/hate relation with myself etc.
Months ago I stopped taking picture of myself as I was unhappy with my nose. It just seemed too big, really no one ever told me so,it was just me.
I was in this mania phase (I am on Prozac and this stuff works wonders),every time I went to my doctors (psychologist and psychiatrist ) all we talked about was my nose,all the other problems were apparently gone. So they agreed with me having this freaking surgery done,just to re-gain that self-esteem that not even Prozac could completely give me. How can a pill cure you if you are just escaping from something you see in the mirror? I rushed everything,so I called my previous surgeon and booked an appointment, talked about fees (as a returning patient it was having a discount and to be honest I couldn't have afford anything more expensive than that) and made it.
The surgery itself went fine. It took 1h 40mins under general + local anesthesia and as they woke up I walked my self to my bed. No nausea,no headache,no discomfort at all,I just was bored while I was waiting to get back to the apartment I and bf rented (this clinic is not in the same country I live in).
I had literally no pain and enjoyed my stay so I was even walking around (wearing a burqa-like thing on my face lol) and doing stuff.
They removed tampons on the third day (open rhinoplasty) and nostrils were uneven but they told me it was too early to tell what the nose was going to look like . I simply looked like Christina Ricci in her "pig nose movie" Penelope. I just went all week with the bandage still covering my nostrils as they looked just wrong.
Yesterday I came back at the clinic to have sutures and cast removed,here starts the real nightmare...
I'm still pig swollen,bruised,my tip is too upturned and my nose too short (whoever asked for that??? I precisely said no drastic changes more and more times before the op.)
While having my final trip of the stay,yesterday, I still covered my ugly new nose with a bandage and let it alone. It would have scared people more it it wasn't covered...
Then me and my bf came back home,a trip that took 4h and he is the only one with the driving license so u can guess how tired he was ... I cried a river... How could I go back home and tell everyone I was unhappier than before?????
Once I arrived at home I tried to look closely in the mirror to examine the skin around nose (only god knows how oily my skin get during these days= pimples! ) and I almost faint : where previously there was clotted blood in left nostril,there was now a...gash! I screamed in fear and everyone went to see what happened. I covered this scary thing again with the bandage and went to bed,anxious and feeling garbage. I really am the designer of my own catastrophes.
Today my mom called the clinic and at first they said everything is normal,but then when I emailed them the pic I am attaching to this story,they said they want to see me immediately.
Tonight we are returning there with our car ,another 4h trip. I am seriously scared and can't help being angry to my own stupid silly self! Wish I had not done it!

So today me,daddy,bf and a dear family friend came back to Slovenia.
When we arrived at the clinic,where we waited 1+ hour changing from one room to another and initially they said that everything was find there was just clotted blood....
They,in order to verify as I come from far away, put a solution on the crust inside the left nostril (where the gash was ) and waited for it to soften...
Tah-Dah! As I am not a visionary,the gash was there and they started taking photos of it,talking to each other in Slovenian,which obviously nor I nor who was with me could understand. I waited over and over again (the mediac team was performing 2boob jobs in the meantime ) and then the doctor ( to keep his name private -for now- lets identify him as the very owner of this clinic) came and he seemed really bothered n stated such thing never happened to them (yes....of course...) . He gave me local anesthesia ouch!!! and with his assistant started SEWING my nostrils,while my friend Jo was dearly holding my hand.
Nothing was put on my eyes so it was up to me keeping them closed while being sewed ...goddess...
When everything was over he told me to come back 11-11-2013 (so in two weeks) to have sutures removed and nose checked ...
No after-care instructions were still given,just " wear yellow concealer to cover bruises and take antibiotic twice a day per one week " ....!!!!!!!
I'm stressed out. I'm mad . I am afraid the whole story won't turn out no good.... The way to my healing is still long....and I just can't live imprisoned @ my house any longer... I want my life back and the path to it seems to be never-ending ... I will post a picture later,as I arrive at home. Thanks for all of you who reads me and thanks a million for your comments! Hugs.

Ps. If there is any error forgive me please,I'm writing while in the car on my way home!

I promised I would upload pics as soon as I arrived at home, but the truth is I am still crying . Whenever I look in the mirror (or camera ) the person i see is not me,nor someone I would have loved to be. So,here is just a snap of my nose seen by profile. No hair hanging ahah those are the new stitches ...