Martin Adamsky is one of the most talented plastic surgeons in the area, so it takes me a few weeks to get in for an appointment. I want to get this taken care of as soon as possible, but at the same time, I don’t want it mucked up. Dr. Adamsky’s waiting room looks like a spa. The chairs are plush and leather, and there are fancy cookies on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I look around at the other patients and try to guess what each one is here for. It’s harder than you’d think. I look at one girl, who is tall and thin with sleek dark hair, big boobs, and tanned skin, and I can’t even begin to imagine what she could hope to improve with plastic surgery. Maybe she’s post-op. After close to an hour, I’m ushered into the examining room, which ends up being just another smaller waiting room. I change into the flimsy gown that the nurse gave me. The room is cool, but I almost never feel cold. I’ve got a lot of extra padding on me.
