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True nightmare. I am NOT very satisfied with my experience with the Vanity Clinic.
It has taken me some time to write this review. I haven't been happy with my results, thus its been difficult to get myself to post pictures of my naked body for other people to judge. (Even though i tried not to pose in the pictures and suck in my stomach, i couldn't help it :o) ) Also I find it difficult to post an hornets review like this, because I know the surgeons follow this site and reads the reviews, thus I know it I will burn bridges between myself and the vanity clinic.
As the titel indicates, I am not satisfied with my experience with the Vanity Clinic. In the effort to make an easy read, I have split this review into two parts; My nightmare at the Vanity Clinic and Dr. Ihsan Türkmen. The part about Dr. Ihsan will come at a later time.
My nightmare at the Vanity Clinic.
I was recommended Dr. Guray from a girl i met when i had surgery with dr. Aslani, she had very good results with dr. Guray -and still looks amazing now 3 years later. Dr. Guray is the owner of the vanity clinic and since i couldn't afford him, i went with one of his other doctors; Dr. Ihsan Türkmen.
My patient coordinator was Esme, a very young turkish girl. Esme seemed a bit careless and i often had to text her several times to get answers to my questions. It also made me very uncomfortable that she always replied me with short answers and didn't really put in much effort into giving me any kind of information, and forgot to remind me things like not to use painkillers and fishoils before surgery. Esme english was okay, but sometimes she couldn't understand me because her vocabulary wasn't great. (I would later learn that Esmes english was indeed great compared to some of the other staff i met at the clinic in Istanbul.)
I arranged the "VIP transportation" with airport pick up and transportion between hospital and hotel, with Esme who, again did’nt show much interest into knowing which date and at what time my plane landed.. There was a lot of silence from Esme, so on the day of my travels I texted Esme to remind her that I was arriving today but she was a ghost, when I texted her again several hours later I got a reply that the driver would be waiting for me at the airport on my arrival.
I travelled alone and arrived at the Istanbul airport 16:45 on July 21th. Esme had told me that a driver would be there to pick me up, holding a sign with my name, but there was no one. I called Esme and I was furious, it seemed so very unprofessional to me. I still have trouble understanding how you can treat patients like that, not giving them the service they are paying through the nose for, to get some peace of mind before a big surgery. I ended up getting a cap to the hotel that Vanity would later pay for.
The day after was my surgery. Esme had told me I would have it 7 in the morning but they told me the day before that I would have it at 9. The driver came to pick me up and I arrived at the clinic. I was VERY nervous and the incident with the driver not being there to pick me up the day before made me question if there was other things they wasn’t in control of. I met Esme who seemed very insecure and couldn’t really talk to me or tell me anything without constantly having to reconfirm with others. I was very nervous about the anesthesia and how the surgery would turn out and I was trying to seek her comfort. But she didn’t show me any comfort or empathy and I could tell from the look of her that she didn’t understand me and that I was making her feel uncomfortable and scared with my nervousness. On the other hand she was very eager to get the payment for the surgery and my passport, which gave me the not very nice feeling that that was all she really cared about. I met dr. Ishan who was very nice and polite, he apologized about the driver not being there at the airport and tried to insure me that even though that was unprofessional he was always very professional in his work.
The room in the pictures is the room I waited for my surgery for hours(!). It’s also the room I was in post op. I waited in this room alone and scared without no one to talk to for half a day. I think the time was around 16:00 before they actually came to pick me up for surgery. Right before surgery I met the anaesthesiologist, she was very nice and showed me a lot of empathy for the feelings I was going through, she explained to me why I shouldn’t be afraid of the anesthesia and the made me calm down a lot.
My surgery went fine (I’m still alive..yay! :D) But the first couple of days after surgery was a true nightmare. On some of the nurses shifts in the hospital none of the nurses could speak English, I had to call Esme on the phone and have her translate until I eventually figured out how to use google translate when I wanted to talk to them. Some of the nurses was nice and caring, and then there where those who just didn’t care about their patients. I would lie in A LOT of pain for long periods of time calling them without them checking upon me, they didn’t care to support me when I had to pee, I would lie in my own blood and vomit and they wouldn’t change the sheets even when I showed them the dirty sheets. I ended up removing the sheets myself only to lie on the dirty mattress with no sheets on it.
Even one nurse what direct cruel to me: When I was crying for painkiller and she finally came with some, she would inject it into my veins with air. It felt so uncomfortable feeling and seeing those bubbles of air going under my skin into my veins, I tried to make her get the air out before but she refused to do it (!). I was so scared about the air going into my veins because I had heard it could cause blood clots and heart failure, but after I googled it I learned that they need to inject a lot more than a couple of bubbles before it causes problems. But anyway that was a traumatizing experience with a psycho nurse.
My last day at the hospital I asked the nurses to help me take a shower, I had pee, blood and vomit everywhere (I still remember that sweet smell from the old blood). I asked to buy a new faja, and when I got out off the shower they still haven’t went and got me a new one. I was so tired but had to stand naked and wait for them to come back with a fresh faja for me. When they finally came back with the faja they said I had to pay for it before I could put it on. The two nurses just stood there and stared at me while I was going thought my belongings to try to find money to pay. After I payed for the faja, they helped me put it on. It felt really degrading and inhumane.
Before I went home I returned to the clinic, dr. Ishan had to look at me before he sent me home. After a BBL you’re in pain and out of energy and only able to stand or lie down on your stomach. -I waited in the lobby for an hour standing before dr. Ishan had time to see me. I was completely exhausted and in pain after that.
This was my experience with the Vanity Clinic, I can’t recommend the place and I will never go back.
As the titel indicates, I am not satisfied with my experience with the Vanity Clinic. In the effort to make an easy read, I have split this review into two parts; My nightmare at the Vanity Clinic and Dr. Ihsan Türkmen. The part about Dr. Ihsan will come at a later time.
My nightmare at the Vanity Clinic.
I was recommended Dr. Guray from a girl i met when i had surgery with dr. Aslani, she had very good results with dr. Guray -and still looks amazing now 3 years later. Dr. Guray is the owner of the vanity clinic and since i couldn't afford him, i went with one of his other doctors; Dr. Ihsan Türkmen.
My patient coordinator was Esme, a very young turkish girl. Esme seemed a bit careless and i often had to text her several times to get answers to my questions. It also made me very uncomfortable that she always replied me with short answers and didn't really put in much effort into giving me any kind of information, and forgot to remind me things like not to use painkillers and fishoils before surgery. Esme english was okay, but sometimes she couldn't understand me because her vocabulary wasn't great. (I would later learn that Esmes english was indeed great compared to some of the other staff i met at the clinic in Istanbul.)
I arranged the "VIP transportation" with airport pick up and transportion between hospital and hotel, with Esme who, again did’nt show much interest into knowing which date and at what time my plane landed.. There was a lot of silence from Esme, so on the day of my travels I texted Esme to remind her that I was arriving today but she was a ghost, when I texted her again several hours later I got a reply that the driver would be waiting for me at the airport on my arrival.
I travelled alone and arrived at the Istanbul airport 16:45 on July 21th. Esme had told me that a driver would be there to pick me up, holding a sign with my name, but there was no one. I called Esme and I was furious, it seemed so very unprofessional to me. I still have trouble understanding how you can treat patients like that, not giving them the service they are paying through the nose for, to get some peace of mind before a big surgery. I ended up getting a cap to the hotel that Vanity would later pay for.
The day after was my surgery. Esme had told me I would have it 7 in the morning but they told me the day before that I would have it at 9. The driver came to pick me up and I arrived at the clinic. I was VERY nervous and the incident with the driver not being there to pick me up the day before made me question if there was other things they wasn’t in control of. I met Esme who seemed very insecure and couldn’t really talk to me or tell me anything without constantly having to reconfirm with others. I was very nervous about the anesthesia and how the surgery would turn out and I was trying to seek her comfort. But she didn’t show me any comfort or empathy and I could tell from the look of her that she didn’t understand me and that I was making her feel uncomfortable and scared with my nervousness. On the other hand she was very eager to get the payment for the surgery and my passport, which gave me the not very nice feeling that that was all she really cared about. I met dr. Ishan who was very nice and polite, he apologized about the driver not being there at the airport and tried to insure me that even though that was unprofessional he was always very professional in his work.
The room in the pictures is the room I waited for my surgery for hours(!). It’s also the room I was in post op. I waited in this room alone and scared without no one to talk to for half a day. I think the time was around 16:00 before they actually came to pick me up for surgery. Right before surgery I met the anaesthesiologist, she was very nice and showed me a lot of empathy for the feelings I was going through, she explained to me why I shouldn’t be afraid of the anesthesia and the made me calm down a lot.
My surgery went fine (I’m still alive..yay! :D) But the first couple of days after surgery was a true nightmare. On some of the nurses shifts in the hospital none of the nurses could speak English, I had to call Esme on the phone and have her translate until I eventually figured out how to use google translate when I wanted to talk to them. Some of the nurses was nice and caring, and then there where those who just didn’t care about their patients. I would lie in A LOT of pain for long periods of time calling them without them checking upon me, they didn’t care to support me when I had to pee, I would lie in my own blood and vomit and they wouldn’t change the sheets even when I showed them the dirty sheets. I ended up removing the sheets myself only to lie on the dirty mattress with no sheets on it.
Even one nurse what direct cruel to me: When I was crying for painkiller and she finally came with some, she would inject it into my veins with air. It felt so uncomfortable feeling and seeing those bubbles of air going under my skin into my veins, I tried to make her get the air out before but she refused to do it (!). I was so scared about the air going into my veins because I had heard it could cause blood clots and heart failure, but after I googled it I learned that they need to inject a lot more than a couple of bubbles before it causes problems. But anyway that was a traumatizing experience with a psycho nurse.
My last day at the hospital I asked the nurses to help me take a shower, I had pee, blood and vomit everywhere (I still remember that sweet smell from the old blood). I asked to buy a new faja, and when I got out off the shower they still haven’t went and got me a new one. I was so tired but had to stand naked and wait for them to come back with a fresh faja for me. When they finally came back with the faja they said I had to pay for it before I could put it on. The two nurses just stood there and stared at me while I was going thought my belongings to try to find money to pay. After I payed for the faja, they helped me put it on. It felt really degrading and inhumane.
Before I went home I returned to the clinic, dr. Ishan had to look at me before he sent me home. After a BBL you’re in pain and out of energy and only able to stand or lie down on your stomach. -I waited in the lobby for an hour standing before dr. Ishan had time to see me. I was completely exhausted and in pain after that.
This was my experience with the Vanity Clinic, I can’t recommend the place and I will never go back.
Round 2 BBL in Turkey with Dr. Ihsan Türkmen. Vanity Clinic Owned by Dr. Güray Ye?iladal?
My surgery is tomorrow, and not sure im going through with it!
To be hornest I don’t feel to comfortable with the SX. I feel like the booking with the patient coordinator was a bit to “easy”. It felt like she was a bit careless. Its hard to explain. Ad then they forgot to pick me up at the airport today, to me, that a really bad sign. How can I put my life in the hands of someone who cant schedule an airport pickup?
My doctor will be Dr. Ihsan Türkmen. I chose him mainly because student life makes my money limited, but also because he’s part of Vanity Clinic and I saw some pretty nice before and afters from him.
I chose the Vanity Clinic because a friend referred me to Dr. Güray Ye?iladal?, it’s almost two years since she had a BBL by him and she still looks like a goddess!
My measurements is:
Hips 108
Waist 74
Breast 102
PS.
Realself forced me to rate the surgery before i even had it, that's why i rated it one star.
To be hornest I don’t feel to comfortable with the SX. I feel like the booking with the patient coordinator was a bit to “easy”. It felt like she was a bit careless. Its hard to explain. Ad then they forgot to pick me up at the airport today, to me, that a really bad sign. How can I put my life in the hands of someone who cant schedule an airport pickup?
My doctor will be Dr. Ihsan Türkmen. I chose him mainly because student life makes my money limited, but also because he’s part of Vanity Clinic and I saw some pretty nice before and afters from him.
I chose the Vanity Clinic because a friend referred me to Dr. Güray Ye?iladal?, it’s almost two years since she had a BBL by him and she still looks like a goddess!
My measurements is:
Hips 108
Waist 74
Breast 102
PS.
Realself forced me to rate the surgery before i even had it, that's why i rated it one star.
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