I underwent gum grafting surgery with Dr. Gupta's periodontal office on January 19. What occurred that day, and the failures in postoperative follow-up, fell far below any reasonable standard of patient care and left a lasting negative impact on me.
My fiancé and I arrived on time. The doctor was running about thirty minutes behind, which did not bother us. What became clear, however, was that the staff were focused on catching a flight to a conference later that day and my care was secondary to their schedule. I was treated less like a patient than an obstacle to move through quickly.
First, Dr. Gupta called me back for a pre-surgery discussion. Rather than explaining risks, the procedure, or recovery, she rushed through inconsistent instructions and dismissed repeated requests for clarification. She also realized during the discussion that she had given me the wrong paperwork. The corrected materials were still insufficient, and we later relied on Google to manage post-op care.
The surgery was a nightmare. After telling me to lie in the chair, I was barely acknowledged. There were 3–4 people constantly entering and leaving the room discussing the conference, rental cars, and flight schedules. I could not tell who was supposed to be operating on me. Dr. Gupta had apparently lost her phone and kept yelling near my ear, “HAVE YOU SEEN IT? I THINK I LEFT IT ON THE COUNTER.”
At one point, while they were prepping for surgery, another doctor or staff member walked in and threw his keys over my body for Dr. Gupta to catch. I flinched because they passed within a foot of my face. No one acknowledged it and they continued discussing travel logistics.
Then, without warning, the numbing began. I only realized because a syringe was suddenly thrust toward my face. I flinched and was scolded for moving. I had to explain that I was terrified of needles and needed to be told what was happening in real time.
At some point, I realized surgery had begun when blood started flying out of my mouth and onto my face. Around that time, they began using my body as a tray, placing instruments on my breasts and abdomen and repeatedly retrieving them throughout the procedure. It was degrading and humiliating. I have never felt so violated in a medical setting. At least 1–2 additional people entered during surgery to discuss travel.
Post-op was somehow worse. We were told prescriptions had been sent to CVS. Within 1–2 hours, pain radiated through my jaw, face, and skull, and I was sobbing. My fiancé rushed to CVS, waited 30 minutes in line, only to learn nothing had been sent. The office had already closed at 2:30 p.m. Their four emergency numbers were useless: two disconnected, one voicemail, and the fourth a retired doctor no longer there.
I began calling myself while in severe pain. When the retired doctor answered, I was crying and begging for help. He kindly said he was already trying to reach someone. He was the only person associated with this experience who showed compassion.
About 4.5 hours later, the medication was finally sent. I was so afraid it still would not go through that I went to CVS myself and ended up slumped on the floor while we waited.
I never returned and completed treatment with another periodontist. No patient should be treated this way.