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“Is This Your Weight?”

These words were innocently uttered by the plastic surgeon I went to see last Thursday. I’d asked him to look at my eyes and the problems I’m having, see what he recommended on that score. Plus, despite what I said a year or so ago, I am now considering more plastic surgery. I know: shallow.

But something terrible happened to me between then and now. The span between my chin and my neck unexpectedly gave way. The bottom just dropped out of it, like a bridge. One day it was all fine and young, the . . . → Read More About “Is This Your Weight?”

Plastic Surgery in Costa Rica

My friend, Dara, just wrote asking about plastic surgery here… "for a friend," she said. Right. It’s ok, Dara. Trust me, I understand. Actually, since Dara is still in her 30′s and gravity has not yet begun it’s most serious work on her, she probably really is asking for a friend. Bet she keeps the info handy… You just aren’t 30 forever, even though you think you will be.

I remember the first time I looked down and saw that my hands looked like my mother’s. You know: old. That was a shocker. More than the first wrinkle. Gosh, . . . → Read More About Plastic Surgery in Costa Rica

Here’s Lookin’ At You, Kid

Shallow Sal

It’s official: I’m shallow. Why else would I spend $1900 on a surgical procedure to make me look younger? I am no longer in denial. Admitting this is not as painful as I thought it would be, actually. I guess deep down I always knew it. I could be worse things. I will breathe a deep sigh of relief that I am ONLY somewhat shallow. OK, denial runs deep. We can revisit this when my jowels are at my knees…

My eyes are pretty good. I still look like a chipmunk who’s been in a bar fight and lost. . . . → Read More About Shallow Sal

My New Best Friends

If my jowels fall down to my knees, perhaps I would do this again. Otherwise, this is plenty of elective surgery for me. Thank you very much.

P.S. Mom, the photos are HERE. You should see the other guy.

Las Drogas

I left the R/L Clinic last night with a baggie of las drogas [DRO-gus, drugs]:

Cefadroxilo for inflammation and pain (not that there is any at all… amazing);Flamydol (or Diclofenaco Potasico ) for inflammation;Dormicum – 7.5mg to make me sleep; andLorazepam – 2mg to really knock me out… 2mg. I guess they thought I’d be REALLY wide awake and ready to disco?

I did not take the knock-out drugs. I was never good with drugs – I hate being knocked out. I can hardly enjoy nitrous oxide. Happy . . . → Read More About Las Drogas

AYEEEEEE

Hal says this is definitely not an improvement. Not yet, anyway. I can see past the swollen, bruised, sutured eyes and see the beautiful young me lurking underneath. I look better already! You can see it too, if you squint. And, of course, that’s all I can do. Probably a really really good thing.

Here are the Day 1 photos… don’t look if you are squeamish. I look like a wanna-be prizefighter after her first fight. No pain, just a little uncomfortable, can’t open my eyes all the way. And very tired! They knocked me out. Tomorrow . . . → Read More About AYEEEEEE

The Eyes [Will] Have It

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