This place is a bunch of thugs. My mom still looks at my eyes and cries, beating her chest because she feels like she ruined them.
Fifteen years ago, right after graduating high school, I had the dumb idea that I wanted double eyelid surgery. I saw the doctor with his thumb up on a bus ad and came running in with the mindset that I absolutely had to do it that very week.
When I got to the hospital, sure enough, it was swarming with middle-aged women, grandmothers, young people, and everyone else... My hunch was right, and at the same time I begged my mom and booked incisional double eyelid surgery.
From that day on, because the eye muscle cut by this doctor, I developed acquired ptosis for four years. I also had epicanthoplasty, but they forgot one suture(?) and skin grew over it, leaving a scar, and then they just ran off and abandoned me lol
As for the later story, the hospital where I had revision surgery forcibly pulled the cut eye muscle and overcorrected it, so my eyes became a mucous-membrane-out showy mess that cannot be hidden with eyeliner.