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. I hope and expect in the next couple of days, I will start to look like the winner. The stitches came out Saturday am and that is a relief!!! My face feels like I’m still wearing my Halloween mask, it’s a little too tight and I can’t get it off. And it brings on maddening bouts of Itchy. At least I can see now. That has its good points and its bad points. I can drive, but I can also see myself clearly.
Everyone says the butterfly will emerge. At this point, who cares? I’m sick of this eye talk. The bruising and the swelling will go away. I’m assuming the scars will be minimal, I’m completely caucasian so any tiny ones won’t likely show. The bags will be gone, at least. And when my friends in the states see me, they will think "Gosh, Costa Rica certainly agrees with her!"
Would I do it again? Yes. I wanted those bags gone. I earned the money. I don’t think I’m frivolous everyday. I’m allowed to be shallow occasionally. This has eaten up my shallow allotment for quite some time, I’m thinking. Good. I can get back to serious.