Unsuccessful Rhinoplasty

Hi! Good morning! Good evening to everyone reading this what ever place of the world you might find yourself in. It's 4:03 am where I am, and I am doing something I should have done years ago.
Believe it or not, but I underwent a Rhinoplasty in the beginning of 2014, I was 16 at the time, about to turn 17. Months passed by, I waited patiently for the swelling to vanish so I could see how my nose had turned out. As it slowly started to pass I saw how my nose truly looked, deformed and crooked, so bad it completely transformed my face.
Along with my newly unsuccesful nose job, I also had to put up with breathing, mouth, and throat issues. Breathing issues I did not have before the surgery, and every morning since, I would wake up with my lips stuck together, which I most of the time would have to pull apart, and on the inside there would be this brown line which I later realized was dried blood. Clumps that I would have to spit out daily, and an excessive dryness coming from the fact that I could not breath properly from my nose.
Before the surgery, I was a somewhat beautiful, and happy girl. I wanted to undergo a Rhinoplasty only to improve a minor fault, a hump, and perhaps straighten my nose, and lift the tip. My mother initially wanted me to wait until I was at least 18 years of old, and indicated me to do so. But she was understanding enough for the reasons behind it and gave her consent eventually.
I was young, naive, and very impatient. I didn't do enough research, I did research, but not enough. And I chose a doctor, who didn't really have any credentials, no before and after photographs, no speaking to other patients of hers who had undergone the same exact procedure I was going to go through.
I let myself get fooled by a company called The Comfort Zone Surgery, their website, it's promises, guarantees, and raving reviews which I now know weren't real.
The initial contact with the practice director Mr. Engin Yesilirmak who handles the patients, and all of the arrangements with the doctor, hospital etc, was good, and he was very kind to begin with.
I decided to go with The Comfort Zone and a surgeon by the name Ümran Ileri, so I flew to Istanbul, Turkey with my mother for the consultation and surgery that would occur on the next coming day. We were greeted at the airport, and picked up by a chauffeur who drove us to the villa (where all the patients stay), I got a toast to eat, and some water. This would be the last I could eat/drink until after my surgery the next day.
I wake up to a new day, my surgery day! Shower and pack certain things I will have with me for the hospital stay. We're in the car and on our way to the hospital, it's early in the morning, and I feel nauseous so I tell the driver he needs to pull over. He does, and I get out and regurgitate a little, not knowing whether it was my nerves or the bumpy roads being the cause for it.
We arrive at the hospital, they take tests, and ask me questions regarding my physical and mental health. It's time for the consultation, and this, this is where I should have known to simply walk away. However much I wanted to have this surgery, even though I had flown to a different country, it wouldn't be worth it, and it wasn't. I met with the doctor, Dr. Ümran Ileri, a very likeable woman, who I expressed my concerns and dislikes to, what I wanted changed, I also showed her pictures of what I thought was pretty so she would get an even better idea of what it was that I wanted and she said she could give me the kind of results I was looking for. The part of the consultation that should have been a light-bulb moment to instantly leave was that it went by so fast, the whole process was so impersonal and felt very lighthearted like she didn't care, as if I were in a fabric.
I partly believe that, and I am not trying to put blame on anyone here, but because of how quickly it was going I couldn't even stop for a minute to think about this decision I was going to make.
Anyhow, I got sedated and woke up after a few hours, I stayed at the hospital for 1-2 days, and then went back to the villa, third day I had a very hard time breathing. The days upon us leaving were coming, and my mother had been asking for my patient journal for days, it's something that is every patients rightfully so. Despite that, we left without mine. On the last night in the villa, Engin told us he would send the journal since I had still not gotten it. But no, of course that did not happen, even though both my mother and I would contact him concerning this long after.
So I told you about him being kind, in the beginning. That changed rather quickly when I reached out, informing him about my grievance of the outcome. This was within the 3 month guarantee time frame.
After many exchanging emails, and phone calls, he said that I would get a revision done by my doctor to no extra cost, still so young and naive I didn't think much about it, and agreed. We set a date and I bought tickets, and once again flew to Istanbul with my mother for a revision. This was in July, that same year, so as you have probably gathered from now I did not have any, at all knowledge about Rhinoplasty. Fortunately, I never got that second procedure. Don't get me wrong - tickets were bought, we flew down, and the welcome this time was quite stiff, bitter and unpleasant to say the least. I was supposed to meet my doctor the next day, but it kept getting postponed, after several days we were finally at the hospital for a meeting with her. We had an appointment but were left to wait for hours until we went up to her office ourselves, and saw her getting her coffee, doing nothing, we sat down and she barely looked at me. My mother had to speak with her since she would not look at my face, and when she had nothing else to say she would utter these outrageous, inaccurate allegations about me, and telling us she would not do another surgery because there was nothing wrong with my nose - and this she gathered from not even looking at me, nor an examination.
Mr. Engin came in to the room, telling us that the meeting was over. She stormed out. And we left the hospital, going back to the villa to pack our belongings because I wanted to leave immediately.
The entire summer my mother was on the phone with the hospital, trying to get in contact with Engin or my doctor who performed the surgery, without results. No one would be accommodating or helpful in any way. Ultimately, my mother got in contact with Mr. Engin, and to get us not to sue, he promised I was going to be given the opportunity to choose from 3 other surgeons, and get my revision. He signed these papers, gave his signature, but when push comes to shove, it didn't happen.
Upon contacting him, no answers came back, not from the hospital, nor Engin, or Ümran Ileri. I have never had to deal with more unprofessional people in my entire life, and I am ashamed for them. How can someone, and to be in the medical field, use and take advantage of another person, young or old, and in my case young, insecure and at the time without knowledge which I blame myself for, but it still shows such lack of humanity, dignity and grace.
It's been four years, during which I have isolated myself completely. I have been outside on numbered occasions, and have barely spent time with my family. The surgery literally transformed my face, and because of how deviated the nose is now it gives the appearance of an entirely deformed face.
I've been deprived of my own life. I have missed four years, four long years that I will never get back. And it's been so difficult, more than I could ever admit to, more than anyone should ever have to experience.
I am finally putting my pain, and agony into words, something I should have done a long time ago to keep anyone else from falling a victim to Dr. Ileri. But I've been so occupied with finding a revision specialist, and so tired of it all, of life, and people, bad people. I did not have the time or the mind for it, to simply sit down, gather my thoughts and write about my own horrible experience and I am sincerely sorry if someone has fell for these inhuman beings just like I did, because no one would speak out, and speak up about the truth.
Thank you for reading this far!
Love,
Elizabeth