When I got there, I met with Yumi Jung, their English speaking consultant, whom by the time I left Korea, became Manager of their English speaking staff (?). I had initially only wanted to get double jaw surgery when I began corresponding with her via email. But she told me that I had to do the zygoma and v-line procedures, as well, or I would not get "beautiful results". Those were key words to me.
During consultation, I was talked into doing the works. Gullible and desperate, I was completely taken in by all the hoopla. I met Park for less than 10 minutes. I requested that he do my surgery because, after-all, he invented this "new and safe" process, or so I was told. They also told me that they would print out a 3D model of my skull for pre-op practice (which I now question if they even did). When I asked if my skin would shrink after cutting away bone, Park claimed that most of it will, but to be sure, I should get the thread lift procedure. Yumi chimed in stating that one of their famous patients, "the mother", also had it done.
Anyways, getting back to my initial consult: I ended up having double jaw surgery; zygoma reduction (it turned out to be zygoma repositioning); v-line (chin and jaw reduction); fat grafting; Asian eyelid surgery to correct imbalanced eyes due to ptosis; and V3 thread lift to prevent potential skin sagging.
I went into surgery at around 9 am. They took me down to the basement which is their surgery room. It was the scariest moment of my life. I really thought that it would be my last day alive. They strapped me down onto a metal bed and within seconds, I was out.
At some point, I had awakened. I was able to see a bit and saw that I had been placed to the side somewhere. While under anaesthesia, I awoke a bit and knew that I had been laying there for an extreme amount of time. Have you ever been laying way too long and your body just gets completely stiff and restless? Well, that's what I was feeling as I laid there almost awakening. I felt like I needed to stretch and when I couldn't (because I was still strapped down), my body began automatically thrashing about. I saw someone run towards me and then I was out again.
When I awoke, it was 8:30 pm. I know for certain the time because I had a visitor waiting for me in my room when I was wheeled into the room. She was the owner of the guestroom that I was staying at and she had just gotten off work. She also happens to live right across the street from the hospital. She said that I looked like a monster. I had two tubes coming out of my mouth which were going down my throat. I could barely breathe not only because of the tubes, but also because my nasal cavity was filled with blood. I wasn't sure that I would survive the night. When I laid down, to get some sleep, I couldn't breathe. I had to keep ringing for the nurse to use the blood suctioning device that's on the wall. The nurse was clearly annoyed with me as she began aggressively stuffing the straw into my nostril. I was gagging and screaming and soon began thrashing because it really hurt the way she was sticking that thing inside my nose. She was not being gentle or caring. The nurses were sleeping on the job, in their lounge.
Soon, I got tired of this nurse (from hell) and decided that if I'm going to survive through the night, I better just sit up and stay awake all night. I put my bed all the way up to erect position and just sat with my legs in Indian position ALL night! The nurses came in and asked what I was doing, I told them that I could not breathe and so I'm going to sit here until morning and asked when the doctor would come to see me. She said that he'd be in to see me around 11 am the next morning. I sat there and meditated from around 10 pm until morning light.
In the morning, the nurses brought in our "meal". It was orange juice in a box and a can of liquid nutrition (similar to Ensure). I was surprised that that was all they had to offer because I had heard online that they offer warm pumpkin porridge. I thought that maybe they'd offer it later or tomorrow. I was wrong. That was all they offered both nights and days.
Right around 11 am, the ward staff began feverishly cleaning up everywhere. Soon, Park and his entourage arrived at the ward. It was like a royal procession coming through. Staff bowing and picking up things before him and rushing around him, as if he was king in a palace.
He came into my room and took a very quick look at me from side to side, for no longer than a minute. Shortly after he left, a junior doctor scraggled in and took a definite accounting of all my surgery areas. He measured and took notes on me. This is why I'm almost positive that Park didn't work on me himself (even though I paid for him to do it); this young doctor was the shadow doctor that actually worked on me! It occurred to me that I was most likely used for instructional purposes! They denied it when I asked about it but the proof was there and my instincts are uncanny. Plus, when I asked Park about certain aspects of my surgery, he didn't really seem sure, or know, for that matter. I'm sure my doctor was this young man, not Park!
My condition improved after they removed the tubes in my throat, and I was even allowed to walk around the ward for exercise. I didn't look forward to meal times because it was never much of a meal. After the second night, I couldn't wait to get back to my guestroom so I could get some real nutrition in me. I had packed from home, a tub of Garden of Life Raw Meal, and a whole case of rice milk. I also had my Korean blender, which I had purchased previous to my surgery. I had also purchased some soups and other restaurant foods and kept them in the fridge to eat when I got back. Thank GOD I did that! I pureed all my food and it was SO great! The raw meal shakes were wonderful too. I had come back to life!
I stayed in Korea for five weeks. I was supposed to stay for six but I just couldn't stand being away from home any longer. During the stay, I followed ID Hospital's post-op treatment plan and went back once a week for follow-ups and facials for de-swelling. During my last appointment, I had the screws removed from my top and bottom gums. The screwdriver that was used was dirty, rusty and smelled of other people's saliva. The nurse was very aggressive too. This day, I got to see Park for a few minutes to ask any questions, and of course, once again, the junior doctor came in after him asking me how I was feeling and checking my incision sites. The one thing that I asked Park was how many threads he used for my V3 threadlift. He stated that he used six; three on each side of my face (when I recently had a face-lift to correct my sagging jowls, I had the threads removed; there were only four. Two on each side of my face. Once again, proof to me, that Park did not perform my surgery.)
At first, I couldn't tell if all went well because the swelling lasted quite a while. But everybody said that I looked great. I came back home to the US and waited patiently for my final results. As the swelling went down, I noticed that the ends of my mouth were turned completely downwards and I developed droopy jowls, like a St. Bernard dog. One thing that I had before surgery was a beautiful smile and that is completely lost. My jawline definition is gone; and the skin on my neck from ear to ear was sagging. Because they removed so much bone from my jawline, my submandibular glands were prominently visible. Besides the esthetic disaster, I am no longer able to chew foods properly; I developed snoring; I wake up choking because I stop breathing because my nasal cavity has been reduced; my lips are numb; and the areas under my nose, all the way down to below my neck, feels very tight.
I was devastated and became recluse in my home. I am so depressed and ashamed that I cannot go out into the public, much less work or meet with relatives and friends. Any comment or question about why I did such a thing to myself would devastate me and have me running under my covers in bed. I am almost suicidal but because I am mother to four (all grown) I refuse to leave this life.
Today, 2 years after my South Korean fiasco, I am still wrecked facially and emotionally. I have gone back to Korea twice to attempt to correct my disfigured face; but by no means have been satisfactorily rectified. Instead, I've been talked into doing other things, including my nose, which is now completely wrecked, as well. I look clownish with a wide nose and round point. And I had a forehead lift too, which I also regret. I didn't need either of these but I got taken in once again (I will do reviews on the other surgeons that I used later. I had acculift, fat graft, chin implant and a nose job on the former trip; then on the latter trip, I got a facelift, forehead lift, "corrective" nose job, chin implant removal and another fat graft).
One positive note about my experience at ID (besides having come out alive) is that they provided transportation three times. They picked me up from the airport, they picked me up for my surgery, and they delivered me back to the guesthouse post-op. The weekly facials were nice too.
Pictures coming soon.