First of all, be very careful, don't make my mistake. When you read positive reviews about Ellenbogen and/or Dadvand, it's someone from their staff or family pretending that they are happy patients. I was stupid 2 years ago and I thought the good reviews were genuine. Everybody in the medical community now knows what Ellenbogen is, ask your doctor and you'll see for yourself. Even today, when doctors ask me "who could possibly do that to you" and I say "Richard Ellenbogen from Beverly Hills" they shake their heads.
I went to Beverly Hills for a blepharoplasty and eyebrow lift. I was gonna turn 40 in 3 months and wanted a big birthday party and wanted to look the best I could. My brows were starting to droop. My lids were heavy. After seeing Dr Ellenbogen on TV, on the National Enquirer and after reading so many positive reviews, I decided to consult him.
To make a long story short, he and his assistant Dadvand were so charming and seemed so confident, that I booked the surgery, immediately. I distinctly remember that I was gonna fly back the following day but decided to stay in LA and have the sugery in a couple of days. Richard Ellenbogen and Babak Dadvand also pointed out that my jaw was somewhat boxy and masculine and suggested to perform a mandibular reduction via intraoral incisions. I was surprised that they even knew the cause of that: I've been suffering from bruxism (clenching of the teeth at night) since I divorced and I developed very strong mandibular muscles.
The surgery itself was a nightmare. I was under conscious sedetion and I would never wish that fate to my worst enemy. Having your eyes worked with, seeing blood and scalpels while you're awake, it's the worst feeling. Two years after the surgery, my eyes are asymmetrical, my brows too. The right eye is more open and more slanted than the left. I can't close my eyes entirely when I sleep. I always bring artificial tears in my purse. My jaw is a mess. Crooked, lumpy and he put a chin implant without me giving consent.
I blamed myself. I was in denial. I said to myself. It must be me. Ellenbogen can never go wrong. I cried every single day. But then I realized that there are many other victims out there who wish Ellenbogen was dead and buried. They never returned my calls after they got my money. They dismiss my concerns saying that I'm crazy and I have unrealistic expectations. But my eyes are so messed up that I have to hide 24/7 behind a pair of huge Chanel sunglasses.
I curse Ellenbogen and Dadvand every single day of my life.