A quick reminder of my case: I've never been to a derm. I've never been diagnosed with my skin troubles. I have had typical, though mild, symptoms of Rosacea since I was 12 years old, but only since I began developing thread veins on my nose has it concerned me. I don't mind the flushing (for me a bad social flush once a month, a bad alcohol flush now and then, and very slight redness in the evenings before bed - though all of these seem to be getting worse this year), but I hate, hate, hate the veins. They are progressing QUICKLY. Two months ago I took a hard look and mapped out my face. Today there are at least five new small veins (VERY small) and two of my seven large veins have extended their reach by 30%. My nose is starting to flush ahead of my face. I'm trying to adjust my eating and lifestyle to work on it. So far, so bad.
So, with fear and hesitation (due to bad reviews), I booked a Veinwave consultation appointment with a vascular surgeon - a somewhat high ranking one from my understanding - and today was the big day. I chose this guy and his $200 consultation over some cheaper options just because of his reputation.
I wanted to chronicle my Veinwave experience (if indeed I go through with it) in its own thread for the benefit of others. So here goes chapter one: The Consultation.
I meet him in Oxford, Alabama at a suite in a large medical spa he uses when he comes this way. His home office is in Birmingham. This spa is marbled, tiled, and Grecian urned to the ceiling. I thought Zsa Zsa Gabor was going to walk in with a poodle. There was a bronze faucet coming OUT OF THE MIRROR in the bathroom. The sink was marble. Now, this isnít really the office of my guy, so I canít connect him with it totally, but I was thinking ďI donít belong here. Nothing in this building can fix my nose.Ē
My doctor comes in through the lobby. I recognize his face from the website. He's an older gent Ė mid 70's - and arrives wearing, get this, a brown cowhide leather sport coat. Not a leather jacket; a three button sport coat made of dead moo-moo. The shirt under the sport coat I can't even describe. Maybe if you looked at a kaleidoscope while on acid you'd see this shirt. I almost galloped away and left Dr. Rainbow in my dust. But I screwed my courage to the sticking place, as they say, and went in.
First off, he talked more about legs than faces. I get the idea legs are his thing. In fact, I knew this from his website. But he has veinwave credentials, being one of the original Newman trainees in the states (I think), and one of those chosen to train new trainess and blah blah blah. First thing he says is, "Listen, we gotta fix your charge. We can't charge you $200 for this visit. I they thought you were here for a legs consultation, which is more involved." Which was nice.
Eventually I get to talk and I give him this spill:
ďListen, I came to you because you have a high reputation as a real and respectable guy. I was willing to pay the high consultation because, above all things, I need the truth. The internet is littered with horror stories about lies told in veinwave consultations.Ē
He interrupts to say: ďListen, I never lie to my patients. Or mislead them. You canít do that in this business without getting bit in the ass.Ē
I continue: ďI need to know straight up if there is a high risk of making this worse. Losing the money I can handle. No improvement I can handle. Blowing up my face instead of fixing it, I canít handle.Ē
Him: ďThatís not going to happen. I can tell you that itís rare for one treatment to fix your problem. Not impossible, but rare. We aim for, and expect, a 70% to 80% improvement from the first treatment. Everybody has not always been satisfied, but I can keep going until we get the things gone.Ē
Me: ďSo this whole picture of people coming to get veinwave, and it looks good for a bit, and then four weeks later the veins all come back with new angry friends: thatís not happening? Thatís not the case?Ē
Him: ďIíve never had that happen.Ē
So we talk about probably doing the procedure in the summer time, when I can handle some down time. He looks at me funny about the downtime and tells me itís just going to be a little redness for a little while. I tell him Iím afraid itíll trigger social flushes and frig up the works. He says okay, summer it is. We shake hands. I go home.
I still have no idea, not even a clue if Iíve been told the truth. The world of leather sports coats in marble offices clogs my intuition.
What do you all think? Go for it or donít risk it? Any alarms from this story so far? Iíll keep you informed in this little thread. In case something comes of it.