Adams John A MD PS

Once upon a time, I had a nose job. YA RLY!
This review is about eleven years late (yes, I was fourteen) but there was no Unilocal then. I don’t think I even had the internet yet for that matter.
Isn’t this the best, though? A long-​term review of a cosmetic surgery?
Everyone wants to know what they can expect after the fact, and this, my friends, is what to expect from Dr. Adams.
We were referred to Dr. Adams by my dad’s boss — his wife was a surgical nurse in the office and recommended him highly. (of course she did, for all I know, he signed her paycheck.)
Well, from what I remember of the process, Dr. Adams was amazing. As was his entire staff. He understood that this process scared the ba-​jesus out of me. I wasn’t totally aware of what has happening at every visit. I had (real!) Polaroids taken of my face from every possible angle. This was a pain in the ass, but I am glad, now, because hey… who wants Michael Jackson’s nose? ‘Eh?
Anyway, I felt like the whole thing proceeded quickly. (for the record, I didn’t have much say in whether or not I’d have the operation.) But he explained everything I was to expect, and all other details that celebrity rags and tv shows never elaborate on.
I didn’t sleep the night before (duh) and was extremely nervous for the whole thing. We arrived at his office and we got all the paperwork and pre-​op stuff taken care of. I remember the nurse (dad’s boss’s spouse) talking to me while I was about to go under. She was so, so sweet and comforting. I remember that she held my hands and asked me questions about school. And then I woke up. All at once, I realized I’d fallen asleep in the middle of our conversation and was struck with just how rude it must have seemed! I now realize that I was 14, and she probably didn’t care and wasn’t offended in the slightest… at any rate.
The post-​surgical staff tended to me quickly after I woke up.
I was told that I could expect severe black eyes for about two weeks or more… but that a cold compress would help with the swelling.
I went home the same day, and promptly threatened to barf all over the car from the… drainage… down the back. (Since I was stitched and bandaged up the wazoo in front.)
I remember sleeping for the better part of three days, then at some point removing the bandaging under my nose. I did not have any bruises OR swelling! I’m a medical miracle!
A few weeks later, Dr. Adams took out my stitches (FYI — second most painful experience I’ve ever had in my whole life) and bandages and told me more of what I could expect to see and experience from here on out.
Eleven years later, I am not shy about my experience and LOVE shocking people when I tell them. «You? Nooooo that’s not a rhinoplasty!»
Yes, my friends, it is.