I was shopping for an affordable tummy tuck when luck intervened
Are we hostages to our genes? Not anymore! Affordable cosmetic surgery is now within reach for everyone.
Have you ever looked at old photographs of your grandparents or great-grandparents and wondered why they looked ancient at the ripe old age of forty-five? Obviously, life was harder then, and women in particular had no time to dwell on their appearance, beyond cosmetics and buying a new dress.
As a member of the middle-class, (Okay, upper middle class,) I was shopping for an affordable tummy tuck when luck intervened. At the time, I was a per diem psychiatric nurse in Philadelphia at a medical center located light-years away from Beverly Hills. My childhood was spent in a neighborhood that was barely middle-class, so even if I am lucky enough to amass a billion dollars in my checking account, my very first question will continue to be “How much?”
It is astounding how barely heard messages of childhood continue to inform your life choices, especially when you are decades away from twenty-five.
I always booked my shifts as either beginning at 7 am or 3:00 pm. One evening shift after we finished the 5 pm medications, my colleague, a young woman of about twenty-seven who also worked per diem, pulled me inside the medication room and said, “Donna, look at this.”
She proceeded to lower her scrub pants almost to her knees. She pointed to two tiny round indentations on both of her inner thighs. “I was too fat, and my legs were rubbing together. So, I called Manstein and got emergency lipo yesterday. Now, it’s better.”
We had been discussing fat loss procedures, and she enthusiastically showed me her new toys, the twin liposuction marks.
I was impressed that she was able to come to work not forty- eight hours later and perform her job well. She also looked ravishing.
This lady had a gorgeous face but suffered with a weight problem all of her life. When her thighs started rubbing together with fat, she took herself off to Dr. Manstein and had some fat conveniently sucked out
Lola, as we will call her, helped me find an affordable doctor for my tummy tuck. I believe that I got one quote, from a surgeon in the ritzy Philadelphia Mainline for $17,000. “Why are you paying that for?” Lola asked. “I know where you can get it for ten.”
So, the next day I called Dr. Mark Manstein’s office for an appointment. His office was very close to where I was living at the time. He shared it with his brother, also a plastic surgeon. If fact, you might say that cosmetic surgery is the family business.
Their father, Dr. George Manstein, was an immigrant who rose to be the chair of the same hospital that I worked in, the Einstein Medical Center of Philadelphia. Now, one of my young colleagues was excitedly showing me her thighs that the senior Manstein’s son had just streamlined for her.
Carl Manstein, Mark’s brother, shares an office with him. Both sons went into the family business of plastic surgery.
Here I will give you a free plastic surgery tip; if you find yourself in the ER after an accident and you need stitches, insist on seeing a plastic surgeon. Most likely, your medical insurance with pick up the tab.
When my friend Nancy met the business end of broken glass after slipping in her bathtub, she skipped the ER entirely and got in excess of twenty sutures at Dr. Carl Mantein’s office. She has no scarring or evidence of trauma today.
She was able to forgo the ER because her husband was a personal friend of Dr. Carl Manstein. Keep in mind that hospital you visit will always have a plastic surgeon on call. It is up to you to demand one. Now, don’t be shy—that will get you nowhere fast.
A fall is an example of when health insurance will cover a cosmetic surgeon’s bill. Other instances are breast cancer with breast reconstruction, breast reductions, burns, other cancers that leave disfigurement. In fact, any medical problem that leads to a lack of function or disfigurement may be greatly improved with plastic surgery.