Day Before SX
After stepping outside of Hollywood International airport, I felt like I walked into a sauna. Justin said he was parked and would be there in a moment. He said he'd flash his lights and gave me a description of his SUV. Fifteen minutes later he came and I got some relief from the damp air.
Justin wasn't very talkative and I almost felt like an annoying kid trying to make conversation. He was polite though and a good driver. He drove me to Elite Plastic Surgury Office to sign a stack of papers.
Nomie didn't smile at all and I wondered if her cheeks hurt or something. Maybe she needed a plant and a window. I guess I wouldn't be inclined to smile if I had to sit at her desk all day long. I asked her if she could add inner knees and she did. Apparently inner thighs and inner knees are separate areas. Areas I will have lipoed are are: anterior (front) thigh, inner thigh, outer thigh, inner knees, stomach, back, arms, and chin.
After signing my papers, Justin took me to the pharmacy to get Valtrex. I've never had herpes, but I guess it's standard procedure. The lip implants were not delivered by Fed X, so it has been postponed for Thursday. I'm not very happy about that because I don't want to have another surgury two days before I go home.
When I walked in the Recovery house,Lordes and Grace said a hasty hello. Grace bombarded me, demanding to see what kind of pee funnel and gauze I had. I hadn't even set my stuff down- I felt ruffled. Grace told me that the gauze I had wasn't the right kind-Apparently it's not the individually wrapped gauze. She also told me that I needed to buy one of their pee funnels because the one I had would not work. Well I tried mine out already so I don't see the point of buying more supplies when I know the one I have works. I felt like she was a saleswoman trying to make a buck.... Hmm. Wasn't expecting such an unwelcoming welcome.
I met the other ladies and we chatted around the island that is attached to the spacious living room. All the ladies were very welcoming. The abrupt and abrasive intro was quickly redeemed with a balanced dinner that Grace made. chicken, baked potato, with steamed broccoli.
Before I went to bed, I pulled down my sheets found a a chip in the sheets. It looked like a sun chip. There was also a wad of hair. Yuck. I threw it away and decided to let it go. I asked one of the caregivers to help me flip my bed because it was on a slope. Like a really heavy person had sat on the edge. Grace helped me and the bed's slope was better. I had a roommate who had just had butt implants. Dr. Salama doesn't do them anymore because they get infected. He re-did hers though. My roommate wasn't too friendly, but I think she wasn't feeling well. She seemed irritated.
I went to sleep about 20 minutes after taking my ambien. I woke up ?at five am? and couldn't go back to sleep and was lucky to have company with one of the ladies who was walking around the kitchen island. . We walked and chit chatted for a while. She was very sweet.
Day of treatment
SX was scheduled ?at 9AM? and I was hungry by 8 and wished I had eaten a larger dinner. Justin picked me up ?at 8:30? and two of the ladies from the house drove in the back seat- both on there bellies. We dropped them off first so they could get there massage and then Justin dropped me off.
A nurse greeted me and gave me a cover up gown, compression socks and paper slippers. The bathroom that I changed in looked like the cleaning person must have been out sick.
When I was finished getting dressed, I walked down the hall and could see Dr. SAlama, performing Lipo through the operating room windows. I saw a video of Dr.Hughs performing Lipo and the shoulder movements were the same. Anyway- I passed the operating room and sat in a black recliner chair. There was a digital scale in the corner and I weighed myself. 144.4.
Dr Salama walked in and had a peaceful aura. Salama does mean peace- I forgot in which language. He asked where I was from and I told him New Mexico. He told me he had never been there. I told him how Northern New Mexico is beautiful and its a good place to go hiking or backpacking. He said "I don't think I've ever been hiking."
He asked me which areas I wanted to focus on. That worried me. I told him ,"everything." He said he wasn't going to take too Much off my stomach, because if he did I wouldn't be able to wear a bikini. I told him I don't go to the beach, I live in the desert.
While he was marking me up he was telling me about the risks and then said, "are you paying attention?" I reiterated what he had just told me and told him, "assymety might occur but I'm not going to worry about it unless its drastic. He said, "ah- a realistic patient." I chuckled.
I had read in reviews that he is shy. I don't think he is. I think he is extremely intelligent, focussed, and maybe disinterested or perhaps neutral in trivial small talk. He was kind though and I would rate his bed side manner 5 stars out of five. I'm not there to have a friend, I'm there for a body transformation.
I walked in the operating room and thought it was weird that I wore my my dirty paper slippers onto the operating table. Last thing I remember was wondering if I would wake up alive, while looking at the super hot anesthesiologist.
I remember waking up crying and in pain. They gave me some medicine. I'm almost sure I woke up on my stomach . Then I remember it was time to get into the wheelchair and I told them I wouldn't sit, so I got on my knees. They wheeled me down three floors and I got into the back of Justin's SUV. This was all a blur to me.
I don't remember the ride home much, although I think I may have been sobbing. Once I was helped into my bed at the house, I started crying. My knees felt like they were on fire. I was nauseous too. Grace told me to take two zofrans, so i did. I also took two pain pills.
I woke up a little later needing to pee and decided to buy the funnel since Grace must know best after her scolding lecture on how mine was "wrong." I peed all over myself. I was pissed. I should have used my funnel that I already tested out.
I ate some yummy lentil soup and wondered what was in it. It tasted too good to be salt free. I swell up like a bloom with high sodium, so I was a little concerned.
As directed by Dr.Salama I have been walking - every two to three hours when I get up to pee.
I woke up in the middle of the night several times to pee. My EZpee funnel worked perfectly and I didn't pee on myself. After peeing, I went to the kitchen to walk around the island. Dr. Salama said to walk every 2 hours to avoid blood clots.
Grace and Lourdes got out of bed and told me that I had to go back to bed and shouldn't be up walking. They told me I couldn't walk because I could fall. I told them I felt fine and had no dizziness and was following the doctors orders. I started crying and Grace told me I "wasn't aloud to cry." This upset me because 1)Nobody can tell me that I'm not aloud to cry and 2) I am following doctors orders. Anyway- after I explained myself they said it was okay. They went back to bed and I continued walking and went back to bed. I felt pretty discouraged for being scolded. I don't want to vibrate negativity, but Grace seems to naturally radiate it.
My bed is a nightmare. My Kees are Leaking fluid like crazy. By bed was soaked in fluid so I changed my chux several times. I am so greatful that they left them on top of the dresser because I could not bend over to the bottom drawer to save my life. If I drop something- I am SOL. The caregivers sleep on the opposite side of the house. Grace gave me her phone number, but I didn't call her because she needs her rest. I've been a caregiver before and I remember how hard sleepless nights were.
I had a pre-op visit that made me sob. I started crying because the nurse was using a neosporin bottle directly on my skin and it had already been used and I could see that my blood had gotten on it. There was blood and hair on the floor too, so she wiped it up, and right after she opened the hazard bin an drained my drains. I cried because it was unsanitary and I'm terrified of sepsis. I was in disbelief and sobbing. She then put a breast strap around my neck; it hurt.
I wasn't given a boppy pillow pre-op because they ran out. I also didn't get lip implants because "Fed X is giving them problems." I should have called them and reminded them that they need to order them. I am unimpressed so far. You'd think, "elite plastic surgury," would be on the ball.
I am disappointed there isn't any pineapple juice At the recovery house, especially when I specifically asked Justin upon my arrival, if they have it. And my one free ride was to get the Valtrex, which in not even sure I'm going to take considering how swollen my lips are. There are some oranges and bananas in the fruit bowl. I hope they go shopping soon.
I called grace’s phone, but she didn’t answer. I needed help changing my knee dressings because they were soaked and I couldn't bend over. I wish I had hired a private nurse. I've never been this helpless before.
My friend Caroline ended up going to the hospital earlier today. She got all the same areas that I had lipoed. She looked very weak when I first met her. Weak in a very bad way. I'm a little worried because the caregivers are not nurses. Nomie told me that hearing the heart beat in my ears is from the pain killers. I feel abnormally weak. But i still have balance and am able to walk.
I couldn't sleep. My heart beat was so loud I could hear it in My ears. My face is so swollen it like there isn't room for my teeth. My cheeks are lacerated from my teeth. It's a good thing I didn't get lip implants because my lips are extremely swollen too.
I developed blisters on my arms from Grace wrapping the tape to tight. I REALLY wish she had taken a course on proper bandaging. I borrowed the 9x by 7x gauzes, but need to get more. I have a plethora of gauze, (the kind that was on the list that Elite told be to bring) but Grace has her mind set that mine, "isn't good enough."
I got an uber cab to right aid to buy pedialite, tape and 9x 7x gauze, and dandelion tea. I was disappointed that there wasn't pineapple juice. Feeling disappointed as far as the lack of warmth that I have received from staff. Lordes has been the most helpful and sweet, but I think she is tired. She had to take one of the other ladies to the hospital to get two blood transfusions. She had been there for six days and had the same Lipo areas I had done. I think she should have gone to the hospital earlier. Lordes and Grace aren't nurses. I'm worried about my own well being too.
Nomie at pre-op seeemdd cold, and I was surprised at the lack of warmth. I had read previous reviews about Justin being so friendly, but I stopped asking questions because I sensed he didn't want any car conversation.
I think Grace needs better glasses. She placed my drain tubes on messy so I had a huge loop indentation on my butt. I didn't even notice, but my roommate told me.
My roommate is sweet but her past experience with Salama haven't instilled faith or hope. I'm Scared that my Lipo will turn out bad. No need to worry. Worrying serves no positive purpose.
Grace walked into the house with a carton of cigarettes and bags of powdered Gatorade. I rushed to my room Because the living room smelt like Cigarette smoke. I hate being so hypersensitive. I get mad at my boyfriend when smoke gets in the house. I HATE smoke.
I think Graces daughter is Cynthia. They look alike and have the same last name.
Thank goodness for my roommate who covers me with blankets. I hate being so helpless.
It seems like every interaction with grace is argumentative. I HATE discordance. My housemate got back from the hospital. Grace had the audacity to scold Caroline and tell her it was her fault that she went to the hospital. It was "her fault," because she accused her of not taking her iron pills. Her reasoning behind this was the fact that she found iron pills on the floor. Considering the fact that you can't pick stuff off the floor after a bbl, its illogical to conclude that that dropping pills is equivalent to not taking them.
Anyhow, me and my housemates are in disbelief of how rude Grace was to Caroline. Grace was also talking shit about my roommate- placing blame that her butt implants were infected last summer because she had a cat and kid that stayed with her during recovery. Graces attitude and behavior is not something I would consider serene here at,"serenity recovery house."
Day 4 morning
I called grace in the phone and she snapped at me, "what?!" I told her I have a massage in 20 minutes and am supposed to have breakfast. She said, "well they didn't tell me," so I told her "that's why I'm telling you know." She likes to place blame and dwell on anything that goes wrong whereas I reminded her it's okay let's just get the show on the road. I don't want to take pain meds on an empty stomach. I'd cook my own eggs, but they don't want you cooking. And the fruit is old and brown. I'm starting to to really get annoyed with her argumentative attitude. I just want some serenity, peace, and wholesome love. I feel like I'm constantly being barked at.
Was given left over rotten tuna salad for lunch. She said it was made yesterday by Lourdes. I think grace believes her own lies- or maybe her sense of timing is convoluted.
Massage: they put silvadene cream on my knees and elbows because I had blisters from the tape being wrapped too tight on my skin. I didn't have my compression socks on because Grace told me that after three days I'm not at risk of having blood clots. I should have known better than to trust Graces's advice. I don't even have ankles by feet are so swollen.
Elaine, the massage therapist, told me that my legs were extremely swollen and I need to keep the compression socks on. I still haven't received a boppy pillow or a chin compression garment. The massage was painful, but I took deep exhalations during the sloshing of liquid part. I did’t cry but I did say, "dear lord Jesus help me," at the very end. I don't think those words have ever came out of my mouth in my entire life. Elaine doesn't know much English, but she is probably the nicest person I've met so far as far as Salamas staff goes.
Day 4 Evening
Went to target. Used Uber Cab. I look like crap. The swelling is out of control. The food taste good, but it's not low sodium. They add a little salt to the pre-made food. Pre made made food has sodium which acts as a preservative. I don't think they understand that processed ingredients are high in sodium. I bought cherries, berries, celery, lettuce, bell peppers, hummus, sugar snap peas, low low sodium beans.
Nomie is coming to change my garmant because grace doesn't have the attention span or physical strength to put it on. I saw dr Salama and mainly expressed my worry about getting the care I needed. I told him how it took more then two hours to get my garment after I showered yesterday, because Grace kept on getting up to go eat, go smoke, talk on the phone, check the door ( someone knocked on the door), then she lost her scissors. She's lost her scissors four times since I've been here. My roommate was witnessing my attempt to get dressed and said that grace must have attention deficit disorder. I agree. Both of us do take amphetamines for ADD. We know the symptoms lol.
I was so Swollen we couldn't get the garment on. Salama was kind and said he would look further into it. He also told to me to massage my butt if I see lumpiness or flatness. I showed him the inside of my elbows. I'm so upset that I'm going to have uneessesary scars. Nomie said she would come help me put the stage two garment on.
Nomie ended up not coming because she had a migraine. The strength of grace and I combined could not get stage 2. We put stage one back on. I'm miserable and wish I had stronger arms to get the compression I need. I wish I had hired a private nurse. My knees are bulging.
I went to walgreens and bought an enema since I haven't pooped for six days. There were fruits and vegetables for the first two days and then after that some slimey spinach was offered.