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Going back to DR to become a Yily Dolly
its been months since I updated well I am very happy with my breast that Robles did but I feel my tummy could be better and I don't like how big my lipo scares are my friends went too and theres are big as well. I know other people who went to other surgeons and they have very little scares. So with that being said I am going with Yily this time around. She quoted me 3,200 so this whole trip should cost around 4,500 plane tickets included of course my husband is going to be going with me. My surgery is supposed to be the 7th of February so you know Im working hard to make that money I'm about 1,000 away from just the surgery cost. This time around I'm doing my arms back sides and tummy. I'm sooo freaking ready. I don't know if I'm staying in a recovery house I'm thinking of staying in a hotel with a nurse for the first 2 days but I'm not sure yet.
So I am here again as promised to share the part 2...
So I am here again as promised to share the part 2 of my trip to DR and my issues with the clinic and recovery house. Okay so first I must say sorry because on my last post I said I was 10 days postop but I was mistaken today I am 11 days postop so that means I left DR 7 days after my surgery and that explains me still feeling really crappy and depressed (lol). Well before I go into me and how I am feeling I must complete my account of my trip. Okay so here goes
So as I said I woke up asking for my husband and complaining of being cold and than I fall back to sleep I spent the next 4 hours in and out of sleep. When I finally wake up for real my husband is right there he says the doctor has came in to see me about 3 times and the nurses have come in almost every half of a hour. I feel warm and cozy and my husband says it is due to the heating pad they placed on my legs because I could not hold my body heat. I ask how I look and he says great and tells to just rest. Soon a nurse comes in to check my iv and give me a pain injection in my leg she than tells my husband it is okay if I eat as breakfast is on its way. When the food arrives I have no appetite so he gives me one of my ensures. I drink it slowly about a half hour later I throw up all over myself its the worst feeling ever my stomach was on FIRE!!! He gets a nurse and she cleans me up and helps me chance into another gown and gives me another shot for vomiting and more pain meds. She was so sweet I start to wonder where she was before my surgery. She than gets me up to start walking. Its so hard but I make it to the chair and than back to the bed with the help of her and my husband. Soon Dr.Robles comes in and talks to me about my surgery and to tell me what she did and to chance me into my compression garment. I hate it and it was really a pain to have it put on. I was really out of it but I soon realized it was not the crotch-less one I requested in my many emails to Laura. I should have said something but I am so out of it besides I feel that it was Laura's Job to have that done for me. Anyway I am given a bag full of pills and sent on my way to the recovery house . The driver who comes to pick me up is a guy named William not the Leo who I was hoping for. He takes our bags to the car and my husband takes me. The ride to the recovery house is fine and when we arrive to the building Fatima and another women are waiting to help me upstairs. We take the elevator to the apartment which is really big and nicely setup. They help me to my bedroom and it has a queens size bed for me and a twin size bed for my husband with a lounge chair and a balcony. I loved the room the moment I saw it. They helped me into bed and soon the cook Mary brings us a really good sew with rice. I soon fall back to sleep and I am so happy I am at the recovery house but that feeling does not last long. I sleep most of the day and night and only wake up when it is time for dinner and to my surprise it was not healing food but fried sausage and fried plantans. I try to eat but I dont really eat much and once again my husband brings me one of the many ensures we brought with us.
The recovery house I was taken to was Juana's Recovery house and the driver that took me there was her brother William and one of the ladies that helped me upstairs was their sister Fatima.
Juana is not there in the day time as she has a job so she leaves her sister Fatima in charge . Fatima is does not do anything but gossip in the kitchen and walk around and pretend to care. I will not waste my time going into every detail of my hell being in the care of these people.
The only one who cared about me was the always smiling over worked and under payed cook Mary. She was the person who cooked cleaned and washed our clothes and when she had a day off good luck to you. It was because the lack of care in the home that I decided on my third day in the recovery house that I would be leaving early with my husband to finish the rest of my recovery home in the states with my husband. If it was not for him I would never have been able to make it to the bathroom or get a sponge bath. He fought for me when i was unable to fight for myself. When my drain clogged up and I paniked Fatima did not know what to do and did not want to call Laura for me I had to turn on my phone and make a long distance call to Laura myself and when Laura asked Fatima to check my drain she did not know what to do she instead called Laura back and tried to tell her I did not have anymore fluid in me even though when I stood up fluid was pouring from my leg like running water and it was only day 3 of my recovery this was when I decided I would be leaving early. I called Laura and told I would be needing a refund for the extra days I would not be using and why. I also complained to the Dr.Robles on my appointments. They taked to them about the unhealthy cooking and the none help and the food became a little healthier and they even hired a nurse but the damage for me was already done. If you could please dont let them send you to this house it looks nice but thats where the caring ends!!!!
So as I said I woke up asking for my husband and complaining of being cold and than I fall back to sleep I spent the next 4 hours in and out of sleep. When I finally wake up for real my husband is right there he says the doctor has came in to see me about 3 times and the nurses have come in almost every half of a hour. I feel warm and cozy and my husband says it is due to the heating pad they placed on my legs because I could not hold my body heat. I ask how I look and he says great and tells to just rest. Soon a nurse comes in to check my iv and give me a pain injection in my leg she than tells my husband it is okay if I eat as breakfast is on its way. When the food arrives I have no appetite so he gives me one of my ensures. I drink it slowly about a half hour later I throw up all over myself its the worst feeling ever my stomach was on FIRE!!! He gets a nurse and she cleans me up and helps me chance into another gown and gives me another shot for vomiting and more pain meds. She was so sweet I start to wonder where she was before my surgery. She than gets me up to start walking. Its so hard but I make it to the chair and than back to the bed with the help of her and my husband. Soon Dr.Robles comes in and talks to me about my surgery and to tell me what she did and to chance me into my compression garment. I hate it and it was really a pain to have it put on. I was really out of it but I soon realized it was not the crotch-less one I requested in my many emails to Laura. I should have said something but I am so out of it besides I feel that it was Laura's Job to have that done for me. Anyway I am given a bag full of pills and sent on my way to the recovery house . The driver who comes to pick me up is a guy named William not the Leo who I was hoping for. He takes our bags to the car and my husband takes me. The ride to the recovery house is fine and when we arrive to the building Fatima and another women are waiting to help me upstairs. We take the elevator to the apartment which is really big and nicely setup. They help me to my bedroom and it has a queens size bed for me and a twin size bed for my husband with a lounge chair and a balcony. I loved the room the moment I saw it. They helped me into bed and soon the cook Mary brings us a really good sew with rice. I soon fall back to sleep and I am so happy I am at the recovery house but that feeling does not last long. I sleep most of the day and night and only wake up when it is time for dinner and to my surprise it was not healing food but fried sausage and fried plantans. I try to eat but I dont really eat much and once again my husband brings me one of the many ensures we brought with us.
The recovery house I was taken to was Juana's Recovery house and the driver that took me there was her brother William and one of the ladies that helped me upstairs was their sister Fatima.
Juana is not there in the day time as she has a job so she leaves her sister Fatima in charge . Fatima is does not do anything but gossip in the kitchen and walk around and pretend to care. I will not waste my time going into every detail of my hell being in the care of these people.
The only one who cared about me was the always smiling over worked and under payed cook Mary. She was the person who cooked cleaned and washed our clothes and when she had a day off good luck to you. It was because the lack of care in the home that I decided on my third day in the recovery house that I would be leaving early with my husband to finish the rest of my recovery home in the states with my husband. If it was not for him I would never have been able to make it to the bathroom or get a sponge bath. He fought for me when i was unable to fight for myself. When my drain clogged up and I paniked Fatima did not know what to do and did not want to call Laura for me I had to turn on my phone and make a long distance call to Laura myself and when Laura asked Fatima to check my drain she did not know what to do she instead called Laura back and tried to tell her I did not have anymore fluid in me even though when I stood up fluid was pouring from my leg like running water and it was only day 3 of my recovery this was when I decided I would be leaving early. I called Laura and told I would be needing a refund for the extra days I would not be using and why. I also complained to the Dr.Robles on my appointments. They taked to them about the unhealthy cooking and the none help and the food became a little healthier and they even hired a nurse but the damage for me was already done. If you could please dont let them send you to this house it looks nice but thats where the caring ends!!!!
I had my surgery on the 7th of March with Doctor...
I had my surgery on the 7th of March with Doctor Robles. I arrived home yesterday ( with my drain) I left DR early. I have so much to post about but I have a really bad headache and I am really out of it but I have not forgot about my real self family!!! So I am going to rest for a bit and when I am feeling a little better I will post about my journey in great detail. I have so much really important information to share. Some will shock you some will shock you, but I told ya'll I will be very honest. Dr.Robles is a very sweet and caring doctor and with her you are in good hands but as for everything else........well I will post about that later.
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