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I've been self-conscious for years about my weak...
I've been self-conscious for years about my weak chin, particularly as it appears in profile. This summer I finally mustered up the guts to go see a plastic surgeon. What motivated me was what appeared to be the low price of the procedure. In Toronto, chin implants are advertised on clinical websites for $3000, but the hidden anesthesia fees are typically $1500, which significantly increases the cost of the procedure. When I saw the surgeon, I complained about my weak chin and requested an implant, but he recommended a combination of an implant and mini neck lift. A large part the problem with my chin was that my platysma muscle was angled too steeply, making my chin disappear slightly into my neck. Our meeting was exceedingly brief (about 12 minutes) and it cost me $160. I was angry about this speedy and flippant treatment, but nowhere near as upset as I was when his assistant gave me a quote for the combined procedures, which came to just over $10,000! I decided not to get the procedure after all and felt depressed for a month. Eventually, however, I reasoned that I could finance the procedure for $190 a month with the option to pay it off in full whenever I feel like it. I decided that I wanted a better profile so much that money was not an option, and also that I could put $1000 a month towards it for 10 months and get it over with.
I arranged for financing and contacted his office to request a surgery date, and in two weeks after, shortly after a second, slightly-longer consultation, I went under the knife. It was quite terrifying because I imagine horrific results. In fact, subjecting myself to the procedure felt like a form of suicide, and I was sad that I was altering the face I have always known and loved ambivalently in spite of its flaws. One of the things that alleviated my sorrow and guilt was the pleasant ambiance this operating room, which was situated in a luxurious, red-carpeted, marble suite upstairs from the similarly posh main office. As I lay on the operating table, I freaked out a little and asked the nurse to call the plastic surgeon, and when he came I asked him not to use the large implant because I was afraid my chin would look too big. He said he would keep that in mind and not to worry. The anesthesiologist told me he was going to put me to sleep now, and I said ok, and I asked him some nervous questions about the anesthetic, and he engaged me in some witty banter about whether it was called DESfluorane or desFLUORan, and I became pleasantly drowsy and passed out out.
In what seemed like a few minutes, the nurse woke me up in the recovery room. I felt groggy and horribly depressed, but in five minutes I felt more like myself. I touched my chin and neck and to my surprise it felt pretty much the same except for the tight bandages and chin strap. There wasn't any pain at all, except for an irritating sore throat caused by the insertion of a tube into my trachea during sedation. I asked he nurse for two mirrors and she brought them for me, but told me not to remove the chin strap. When she wasn't looking, I removed it anyway because I was anxious to see the results. When I looked in the mirror the first thing I thought was TOO SMALL! It certainly looked good, and very natural, don't get me wrong, but I was expecting a bigger chin. Over the next week, I began to realize that the implant perhaps was not too small after all, and possibly that a larger implant would indeed have looked too big for my face. I am now two weeks post-op, and I think the chin looks good, but I am not happy with the platysmaplasty. My chin to neck angle is still not close enough to 90%, though it is undoubtedly better than before. I met with the surgeon a couple of days ago for a follow up and he told me to wait six weeks for everything to settle down. He said by then if the angle doesn't improve, there are other things we can do. This is promising, but also frightening because I don't want to spend more money in order to accomplish what I thought I was going to accomplish in he first place by spending $10,000. I hope that any further procedure counts as a revision, which, according to the agreement I signed, is exempt from the surgeon's fees but not anesthesiologist's fees. To make a long story short, I love the chin but I still need a better chin to neck angle for the chiseled look I was after.
I arranged for financing and contacted his office to request a surgery date, and in two weeks after, shortly after a second, slightly-longer consultation, I went under the knife. It was quite terrifying because I imagine horrific results. In fact, subjecting myself to the procedure felt like a form of suicide, and I was sad that I was altering the face I have always known and loved ambivalently in spite of its flaws. One of the things that alleviated my sorrow and guilt was the pleasant ambiance this operating room, which was situated in a luxurious, red-carpeted, marble suite upstairs from the similarly posh main office. As I lay on the operating table, I freaked out a little and asked the nurse to call the plastic surgeon, and when he came I asked him not to use the large implant because I was afraid my chin would look too big. He said he would keep that in mind and not to worry. The anesthesiologist told me he was going to put me to sleep now, and I said ok, and I asked him some nervous questions about the anesthetic, and he engaged me in some witty banter about whether it was called DESfluorane or desFLUORan, and I became pleasantly drowsy and passed out out.
In what seemed like a few minutes, the nurse woke me up in the recovery room. I felt groggy and horribly depressed, but in five minutes I felt more like myself. I touched my chin and neck and to my surprise it felt pretty much the same except for the tight bandages and chin strap. There wasn't any pain at all, except for an irritating sore throat caused by the insertion of a tube into my trachea during sedation. I asked he nurse for two mirrors and she brought them for me, but told me not to remove the chin strap. When she wasn't looking, I removed it anyway because I was anxious to see the results. When I looked in the mirror the first thing I thought was TOO SMALL! It certainly looked good, and very natural, don't get me wrong, but I was expecting a bigger chin. Over the next week, I began to realize that the implant perhaps was not too small after all, and possibly that a larger implant would indeed have looked too big for my face. I am now two weeks post-op, and I think the chin looks good, but I am not happy with the platysmaplasty. My chin to neck angle is still not close enough to 90%, though it is undoubtedly better than before. I met with the surgeon a couple of days ago for a follow up and he told me to wait six weeks for everything to settle down. He said by then if the angle doesn't improve, there are other things we can do. This is promising, but also frightening because I don't want to spend more money in order to accomplish what I thought I was going to accomplish in he first place by spending $10,000. I hope that any further procedure counts as a revision, which, according to the agreement I signed, is exempt from the surgeon's fees but not anesthesiologist's fees. To make a long story short, I love the chin but I still need a better chin to neck angle for the chiseled look I was after.
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I recommend this plastic surgeon. His reviews are impeccable. He is a perfectionist.