As I get older, physical upkeep is becoming more rigorous. I exercise regularly and love how my body looks, but my face needs a workout too. It seems as if everyone is getting something done: Botox, lip injections, face lifts, eye lifts; you name it, if it sags, it is being tucked and lifted. In keeping up with the trends, I decided to have a consult with a plastic surgeon about getting an eye lift.
Even though I no longer work in private practice, I work in community research as a dental hygienist and I wear the traditional apparel, mask included. I am not sure when this occurrence began, but when I remove my mask I have deep indentations in the under eye area and it takes a while for the indentations to go away. I think the mask may be causing my under eye bags to worsen, it sure isn’t helping. I need a solution.
I made an appointment at an office that was close to me and referred to me by a friend. While seated in the waiting room I watched in disbelief at all of the beautiful people that came and went. I mean these people were gorgeous! I felt like a weed in a bed of flowers. After some time marched by I was called into the examination room. Sitting in the room I looked around; the sun was shining through the large window bathing the room in happy warmth. It was a cold February day and the sun felt wonderful. I sat and waited soaking in the rays and the good vibes I was receiving.
There was a small knock on the door and in walked a gorgeous man with a tall statuesque model looking woman following behind him with a camera. This was the doctor and she was his assistant/esthetician. My immediate thought was there is no way you are taking pictures of me. I just came from working out and had zero makeup on, except for some lipstick. I love lipstick!
The doctor sat about a foot away from me and asked me what he could do for me. I thought, isn’t it obvious? Compared to everyone I saw coming and going I looked like a car ran over my face. Boy did I need help. I explained that I was interested in having my under eye bags removed. He took it from there and began to explain the entire process ending with, “You will have a stitch going from your lower eye lid to your forehead for a couple of days. After 2 days, you will snip the thread and remove it. This will help lift your eyelid.” He promptly got up and left.
Did he say a string was going to be in my head and that I had to snip it after 2 days to remove it? Inside my head I heard alarms ringing, abort, abort! His beautiful assistant explained that the surgery would be about 2 hours with two weeks of down time, give or take a week.
“Would you like to schedule today?”
I told her that I would think about it and slinked out of there as fast as I could. Passing by some of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I wish I could look like them but I just couldn’t get past the 2 hour surgery, stiches and string that would be sutured to my forehead. I just couldn’t do it and the thought made me physically sick to my stomach.
If surgery is my only option, as the surgeon told me, I guess I am going to have to grow old naturally. Invasive procedures terrify me. I give a lot of credit for the many brave people who do this. Unfortunately, I am not brave and have resolved to believe that the world is going to have to look at my face as it is.
Update: I found a non-invasive procedure. Can’t wait to share. Time will tell. Stay tuned.