Here I go again
I just read a post in a blog about cosmetic surgery – I love looking at botched procedures. I know, I’m weird, but if you follow this blog you know that.
http://www.plasticcelebritysurgery.com/2011/12/two-botched-surgeries-one-doctor-texas.html
There was a post about a local doctor, of which I know personally. Is he a good doctor? He cured my crap when I went to him. Does he (or rather, did he) prescribe ANYTHING you wanted when you asked? Yup. Did I take advantage of that – um – YEAH- was in full addiction mode at the time. But I have not gone to him in YEARS. I have watched his clinics pop up everywhere. His business is booming – good for him, well – I really don’t care one way or the other.
But he recently hit the news with a scandal from him performing plastic surgery when he should not have.
OK- see this pisses me off.
These stories of these POOR victims – vain and cheap, rather- who unknowingly trusted a general practitioner do perform MAJOR plastic surgery on them. Now they are crying to the press because they are deformed or whatever. Dude- REALLY? Did you see this sign in his office?
No. You didn’t.
How about this?
NO. YOU DIDN’T. WHY???? HE IS NOT A PLASTIC SURGEON.
Then WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU GO TO HIM????????
Accountability, people.
Now boo hoo, deformed people want to get settlements and sue everyone and get pity and puke. Whatever. You know what makes me SICK is that there are kids with TRUE abnormalities: port wine stains, seriously disfigured teeth, cleft palates, alopecia- all that – who don’t have parents with insurance that cover helping them. These are all NON voluntary physical abnormalities that shape these children into victims on the school yard and cause them pain and humiliation on a daily basis. And these fat bitches want money out of a doctor because they are stupid, cheap and can’t do research.
Makes me want to move planets again. I am telling you – I just can NOT successfully coexist with these hand out, pity wanting, entitled, ignorant, lazy asses on this planet anymore.
I- by no means- was blessed with no wrinkles and a model figure. Hypothyroidism shifts my weight 50 pounds every other year and Botox is my best damn friend. OH and where do I go to get a SHOT? Where I have researched does the best job. RejuvaMed Spa. Shout out: http://www.rejuvemedspa.com/index.html
OK —– BUT – wait – would I go to the place I have trusted for YEARS with injecting a protein produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum into my face to do a procedure requiring sedation?
No. Their team is comprised of all gynecologists and other non aesthetic based medical professionals.
I am NOT saying they do not do impeccable work. At all. I even had a consult scheduled until my friend MADE me cancel after reaming me with these exact same words and warnings of non plastic surgeons slicing up patients and hoping for the best. (Thank you, Karel.)
I am saying that I will ONLY go to a CERTIFIED PLASTIC SURGEON for major work. Period. I think that it is MY duty as a consumer to weigh risks and assess such in choosing plastic surgery. When there is a complication, can ANY burden be placed on me? If so, then tough – I’m deformed and I should have known better. However, if I go to Southlake Plastic Surgery you better be damn right that mad surgeon can slice me up like a turkey. Going from dentistry – to oral maxillofacial surgery – to major surgeries of the head and neck – then to plastic surgery- do your magic, doctor. Whatever you say, goes, Edward Scissorhands.
And if HE screws up – you sue the living shit out of him. The difference – YOU weighed out the risk. You eliminated your accountability by choosing him based on intellect and reason instead of being cheap. He has been backed up by boards and awards and accreditation that share the liability with him by certifying him.
Or you can just go to a pain management clinic with $20 and a fat ass. Then you can become a millionaire by suing a guy YOU chose because he was cheap.
I WISH I could be on that jury. OH HOW I WISH.
Maybe he needs it:
Moving Planets
I know it has been a long time since I have been here. A lot of things going on – nothing good or bad. Just life. I have to take a little time right now and RANT about how someone is in my company has approached my father asking for more money. I am sitting at my desk preparing for litigation from three lawsuits against our company due to the disastrous sales that we have encountered over the last year. We have BARELY been able to make payroll. I owe three payroll companies over $10,000 in bounced checks. Multiple trips to bankruptcy attorneys and litigators have told me to stay in business and try my hardest to inch through this. The sales are here. It is just a delay due to the economy. I have enough projects to help me get ahead. Even if by a little bit.
A few short years ago, life was good. REAL good. Clearing six digits a year as a single woman in a moderately priced area, expendable income was great. Routine trips to Neiman Marcus for thousands of dollars was not uncommon. Having a chauffeur taking me everywhere in my personal Lincoln towncar was the way I arrived. Dropping $2000 a night at the hottest club in Dallas, sitting in the owners booth canoodling with Cowboys and Mavericks was a weekend event. It was fun. (Interesting post script, that while those times were awesome, depression managed to snake that happiness away from me and tarnish it. Now being on meds, GOD what fun that would all be!!)
Things have changed. I am LUCKY to have any sort of income. I am THE OWNER, and my pay has been cut to living off my savings. An overpaid worker comes in and has the audacity to ask for a raise when he sees that we are starting to get more projects makes my skin crawl. I have to sit across the desk from fat cat attorneys pleading my case that they not file judgements that enable them to come into my office and seize triple the damages in personal property.
And someone wants more money for a job they are already overpaid to do.
I have to move planets. I can’t take this.
🙂 Merry Christmas. Thank God I have therapy today.
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