For the past two years I've been spending hundreds of dollars finding my Holy Grail skincare products, but to no avail.
My skin has become worse than it has ever been, and acnes are beginning to creep onto my once pristine cheeks. And the scars! Oh fucking acne scars.
So, one day I decided that I had enough. It's time to see a dermatologist.
After googling high and low (which gave me little info though) and asking friends about the best doctor in town, they suggested Dr Melinda Tong, Specialist Skin Clinic.
Well, they just suggested one nameless clinic at Damai, KK; I found the name of the doctor on Google. But there was very little information/review about it. So here's where I come in :D
According to valuable sources, this clinic only opens for first time comers on Saturdays, and no appointment is allowed. You have to get there early, as there will be like 30-40 patients. And they only take the first 40 patients. First I thought that it is incredulous. I mean, people can't be dying to see this doctor?
Or so I thought.
On a wonderful Saturday morning, I had breakfast with my family at Damai. The clinic was just a floor above the restaurant. I saw a weird lady in sweat clothes walking up and down the stairs. Just thought she was weird. My watch struck 8, but I thought meh, I don't want to look like a dork being the first to appear at the clinic when they probably haven't switch on the lights and air-conditioning. I thought I'd enjoy my kaya-planta char-kueh for just another 5 minutes before going to the clinic.
But damn my folly. 5 minutes in and the clinic was packed. When I got my hands on the registrar, I was patient number 21. 5 fucking minutes late and there were already 20 people before me. What sorcery! And I found out that the sweat pants lady was actually running up and down to check whether the clinic was already open or not. I think she was patient number 5.
After 200 pages reading my novel, I was finally called in.
So, was she all the rage?
I fell in love the moment I saw her. My dermatologist wet dream.
She was super friendly, super bubbly, full of spunk and very informative. I was like, what I didn't know drinking too much cow milk can give you pimples?! She even knew I have mild eczema the moment I walked in. And we finished each other's sentence. "Dusts and strong perfumes make your nose..." "Itchy!" I squealed. And she just needed to look at my palm, my back and check my mouth to decide what kind of animal my acne is.
There were a few things she said there was quite enlightening, like, a dirty face doesn't cause acne. If it does, how come our feet are acne-free? Mind = Blown. And that scrubs and masks aren't that good for you, well, for my skin that is. She seemed to have a slight beef with beauticians though, especially the statement that they always tell their clients "oily skin outside, but dry inside", which is total bull, according to her.
She told me things that magazines and the Internet never say, and broke down beauty myths for me. She is indeed a skin goddess. Her high, rounded Botoxed cheeks are a little bit distracting, but otherwise, she is awesome.
So what was my problem? It's just bad genes (thanks, parents) and bad skin care products (sorry Watsons, you'll have many more drugstore beauty addicts). And that I shouldn't moisturise my forehead nor apply sunblock. Her logic - my forehead is already too oily, and as for the zero need for sunblock on the forehead - we don't get freckles on the forehead, just the cheeks. Very, very legit.
She prescribed me a couple of oral medications and a whole new skin care products. The good thing about the products is that they are of mixed brands, so I know she's not the ambassador of whatever products.
Besides helping me clear my acne, she also helped me find my Holy Grail products. These are what she prescribed me:
Oral acne treatment medication.
Sunblock. That costs a bomb.
Day acne gel.
Night acne gel. But I already have this at home.
And a complimentary petroleum jelly. 'Coz the acne medication will burn the bejezus out of my mouth/lips area.
The total damage? RM600 + 4 hours of wait. Will it finally solve my woe? We'll have to wait.
I'd better look like Miss World in one month's time, Dr Melinda.
P/s: If you have horrible skin too, or just plain vain in need of a fix, you can visit this her at Lot 1-1, Block A, Damai Plaza IV, KK (above Diriwan). It's where the food court is. Or you can call the clinic at 088-250275.