Married to Dr. Salzhauer
I just couldn’t stand reading another fake blog post. My husband, Dr. Michael Salzhauer is a plastic surgeon and I have helped (well more than helped) him build his practice. Of course, one of the key things that I do is scope out the competition. I visit other plastic surgeon’s web-sites, look at their newsletters, and analyze their promotions. No big deal—it’s actually fun. Except for those blog posts. Those are absolutely awful. So fake! Fake patients writing in questions that are perfectly answered to optimize SEO ratings. Such an opportunity to be honest and really speak to your patients and what do these dumb doctors do? Exploit it of course.
So here I am the wife of a plastic surgeon, super busy myself (Thank G-d we have 5 kids…), but determined to write a blog that is honest and interesting and in the best interest of those people out there thinking about plastic surgery. I won’t lie; I am biased—I will recommend my husband because I think he is great—but I want to write about things that patients would really like to know. So here it goes—my next post will be about how and why Michael decided to be a plastic surgeon—that’s right it’s all because of me!
Why did Dr. Salzhauer become a Plastic Surgeon?
A little after I started dating Michael (actually it was our 3 month anniversary to be exact), I got into a pretty bad car accident. My car was totaled, but thank G-d I walked away with just a cut on my chin. Michael was with me the whole time, holding me in the ambulance and trying to make me feel better by telling me that I would get a Jaguar in place of my beat up old Daytona (boy did that work!!).
Dr. Salzhauer Finds His New Calling
Well a few months after the accident we realized that the cut on my chin wasn’t healing properly and I needed to have the scar revised by a plastic surgeon. Michael, the aspiring young doctor to be, not to mention awesome boyfriend, took me to my appointment. The doctor was very nice and explained everything he would do to fix the problem. I was scared but I went ahead and scheduled the procedure. Michael was there for everything. Scheduling, pre-op, post-op, and recovery- he went through the whole process. Thankfully, my scar healed very nicely, no one notices unless I point it out.
Building My Confidence and Helping Me Recover
What impressed Michael was not just the physical healing of the scar but the emotional healing that took place inside of me. He saw how I stopped trying to cover up my face, how I felt good about myself again. It was that experience that made him want to be a plastic surgeon. In a very tangible concrete way, he wanted to help people feel good about themselves. That’s what he still tries to do—it’s not easy but I think he gets tremendous gratification from it. My next post will be about how hard it was to be married to a medical student—talk about salad and spaghetti days!!!