 <<전>><<전>><<수술 일주일차>><<후>><<후>><<후>><<후>>I had my first surgery at Shinsa Station Plastic Surgery Clinic 3 years ago. Two of my acquaintances had the surgery and it went better than I thought, so I thought it would be okay to do it here too, so I decided to get a consultation without hesitation and paid the money right away and went through with the surgery in no time. I didn't know if this choice would lead to huge regrets later. Since I didn't even know about the nose line, I asked for it to be fancy, and unlike the long consultation time with the head of the consultation room, the consultation with the doctor in charge lasted less than 5 minutes. When I looked in the mirror after the cast was removed, I wondered if this was really a nose that had had a nose surgery. The bridge of my nose between my eyebrows was high, and the tip of my nose was pointy because it had not been long since the surgery, but the difference before and after was not that big. I already had a long nose, but I wondered if it was just my imagination that my nose looked longer, and after the swelling went down, the bridge of my nose started to go down and it started to change into an arrow nose. When I went to check the progress after the cast was removed, the scar that had not been there before between the end of the silicone and the tip of my nose started to grow and deformed into a beak-like shape, and the swelling I completely believed the words that it would be okay once it falls out, but my nose has been the same for three years since the day the cast was taken off. Since I can finally take a break from work, I went back to the hospital where I had the surgery to look for a hospital for a second surgery, but I left without making a reservation for the second surgery. Although it was late, I found out about this factory-style hospital. It is a hospital that you may know by name, but no matter how famous it is or how good they are at doing nose jobs, you have to think carefully. That is because even if all my acquaintances are doing well, my nose may be ruined. After complaining about my situation, I was introduced to a hospital through a recommendation from my boyfriend's acquaintance. However, since I was lucky, I was afraid of suffering for another week, so I looked into 4 hospitals this time, visited all of them, and finally chose the hospital that was recommended. Of course, there were good hospitals, but now, I could tell from the consultation whether they were factory-type or hospitals that could pour all their passion into patients. The hospital I chose had a consultation room director who only told me the basics and listened to me as much as possible to sympathize with me and never mentioned the approximate cost. Unlike other hospitals, he left the room, saying that I could consult with the doctor in charge for the rest. After consulting with the doctor, I wondered if I had studied medicine. An hour had passed by so quickly. He firmly told me that he does not perform more than one surgery a day. He explained to me in detail why this kind of surgical process was necessary, where to fix it, and how to do it. Since my first time donated ribs had almost completely melted, I had a consultation where he explained the difference between donated ribs and autologous ribs. When I was talking to the head of the consultation room about the cost, while other hospitals only told me the total price, this hospital categorized it in detail, explaining the cost by surgical method and process, so I thought it would be okay to go to this hospital. When I visited, I thought I should trust them one more time, but my half-hearted heart opened up a little, put down a deposit, and went home with light steps. About 10 days later, I had a surgery using my own rib to lower the bridge of the nose between the eyebrows and raise the tip of the nose. The surgery was more difficult than it looked, so it took a little longer than I expected. As soon as I woke up from the anesthesia, I looked in the mirror and thought, "It's too high?" It turned out so well. I think I understand why people call someone their second father after a satisfactory surgery. For 3 years, whenever I told my acquaintances that I had a nose job, they would say things like, "Why did you do it? It's a waste of money. If it were me, I wouldn't have done it," and so on, and my confidence dropped, so I had a hard time going out without colored contacts! I had a second surgery and I am so satisfied with my nose line that I also had LASIK and I am living a truly happy new life. I have seen countless reviews and promotional articles, but I also wanted to post a review photo after my surgery someday and take a photo like that, so I thought I would write one too!
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