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He Ruined my Nose
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He Ruined my Nose
Cap1221December 2, 2025
If I could go back one year, I would never have gotten my nose done.
For as long as I can remember, I loved my nose. After having kids, the tip widened and a small indent became more pronounced, so a few friends recommended Dr. Jonathan Frankel as “the best.” He trained under a well-known surgeon and had been praised in Cleveland Magazine, so I trusted I was in good hands.
At my consultation, I told him clearly that I wanted my old nose back—smaller, cuter, and still me. I even showed him high-school photos. He said he understood and reassured me over and over: “No one will know you had your nose done; I’m just making you a prettier version of yourself.” He also jokingly called the indent on my tip the “Golden Arches,” saying it looked like the McDonald’s M. I was embarrassed, but it pushed me into scheduling.
Before surgery, I was surprised that no labs were ordered—just forms. I later learned it was because he doesn’t use full sedation, which is not typical. The surgery was supposed to take three hours; it took almost 5½, and he never explained why. Recovery was brutal: severe bruising, swelling down my neck, bloodshot eyes, and from the start my nose looked wrong.
I couldn’t reach him for days. No follow-up call, no check-in—nothing. When he finally responded, I sent photos showing that my nose looked crooked, swollen in a strange way, and even longer than before. I begged for an earlier appointment. At the visit, my mom and I both said something wasn’t right. My entire appearance looked different. He laughed, told me it was “the best nose he’s ever done,” and insisted everything was just swelling. I also told him I couldn’t breathe. He brushed it off.
Fast-forward one year:
I’m an extremely active person and ride horses competitively, yet since this surgery I get winded, see stars, and sometimes have to stop mid-ride to catch my breath. I wake up nightly with a dry mouth because I can’t breathe through my nose. I avoid photos because I no longer recognize myself.
I finally saw two highly respected surgeons for opinions. Both said almost the same thing:
• Too much cartilage was removed, causing collapse and a crooked appearance.
• One side has more scar tissue, pulling my nose to the left.
• When I inhale, my nostrils suction closed, which is why I can’t breathe.
• To fix this, they must add cartilage—from my rib or ear—to rebuild support.
• The tip was set too close to my upper lip, giving a downward, elongated look.
Both surgeons said I’ll likely need one or two major revision surgeries to correct these mistakes.
I never imagined trying to “fix the tip” would leave me with a botched nose job, breathing problems, and a face I barely recognize. But if sharing my experience prevents even one person from going through this nightmare, then it’s worth speaking up.
For as long as I can remember, I loved my nose. After having kids, the tip widened and a small indent became more pronounced, so a few friends recommended Dr. Jonathan Frankel as “the best.” He trained under a well-known surgeon and had been praised in Cleveland Magazine, so I trusted I was in good hands.
At my consultation, I told him clearly that I wanted my old nose back—smaller, cuter, and still me. I even showed him high-school photos. He said he understood and reassured me over and over: “No one will know you had your nose done; I’m just making you a prettier version of yourself.” He also jokingly called the indent on my tip the “Golden Arches,” saying it looked like the McDonald’s M. I was embarrassed, but it pushed me into scheduling.
Before surgery, I was surprised that no labs were ordered—just forms. I later learned it was because he doesn’t use full sedation, which is not typical. The surgery was supposed to take three hours; it took almost 5½, and he never explained why. Recovery was brutal: severe bruising, swelling down my neck, bloodshot eyes, and from the start my nose looked wrong.
I couldn’t reach him for days. No follow-up call, no check-in—nothing. When he finally responded, I sent photos showing that my nose looked crooked, swollen in a strange way, and even longer than before. I begged for an earlier appointment. At the visit, my mom and I both said something wasn’t right. My entire appearance looked different. He laughed, told me it was “the best nose he’s ever done,” and insisted everything was just swelling. I also told him I couldn’t breathe. He brushed it off.
Fast-forward one year:
I’m an extremely active person and ride horses competitively, yet since this surgery I get winded, see stars, and sometimes have to stop mid-ride to catch my breath. I wake up nightly with a dry mouth because I can’t breathe through my nose. I avoid photos because I no longer recognize myself.
I finally saw two highly respected surgeons for opinions. Both said almost the same thing:
• Too much cartilage was removed, causing collapse and a crooked appearance.
• One side has more scar tissue, pulling my nose to the left.
• When I inhale, my nostrils suction closed, which is why I can’t breathe.
• To fix this, they must add cartilage—from my rib or ear—to rebuild support.
• The tip was set too close to my upper lip, giving a downward, elongated look.
Both surgeons said I’ll likely need one or two major revision surgeries to correct these mistakes.
I never imagined trying to “fix the tip” would leave me with a botched nose job, breathing problems, and a face I barely recognize. But if sharing my experience prevents even one person from going through this nightmare, then it’s worth speaking up.
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