24 February 2011
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R. Linda:
Well, ever since the 60th birthday party, me wife has been looking in the mirror. She's decided she's starting to look like her mother, and that isn't (in Tonya's book) a good thing. Well, if truth be known it isn't for me either, the last thing I want, is to wake up one morning finding the Dragon in bed with me. Shudder the thought!
"Look Gabe, look at this," she came at me with a finger full of skin she was stretching from under her chin, "a wattle!"
"A what? Tonya, really you do not have a double chin."
"Not only DO I, but I have jowls growing, look, look at this when I put the turtleneck up, look what it does, not only does it push the fat out but my ears too!"
So this was why she was wearing nothing but turtlenecks lately. Okay, I wanted to laugh but you know appearance and women be serious business, so I took a look like I actually knew what I was looking for and shook me head I just didn't see any of it. I thought that was the end, but no, no, I came home the other day to Tonya looking over our health insurance to see what it covers and what it does not. When asked what she was doing, she told me she had an appointment to see a plastic surgeon. Eee-yeah.
I tried I did, to talk her out of this foolishness, why does a 34-year-old woman need a plastic surgeon for (as she calls them) 'fat pockets' that aren't there? Well, there was no stopping her. The appointment was made and I decided I better go with her before she signed up for God knows what and I end up with someone I know, but has a different face!
So the appointed day arrived. She was all set and HAPPY. I was sceptical and thinking what a waste of time and money this was going to be, because any good doctor could plainly see there was nothing to fix. Oi! So off we went to the big city of Nashua (I jest about big city, Morristown, New Jersey is a big city compared to what little quaint Nashua be). We get to the medical center building, and in we go to a posh office. Well, as posh as it can be by New England standards (no chrome and glass here, no more like shabby chic but pricey shabby chic). She is given papers to fill out while we wait and while she's doing that I be covertly checking out the others waiting. No one was under forty but us.
One of the receptionists came to get Tonya for paperwork leaving me for the moment. I noticed a woman looking at me and I smiled. She commented that Tonya was a pretty girl, had she got work done by doctor before? No, I said, she hasn't, this was her first time to the office.
"Oh I had my nose done, he did a very good job, I'm here for a post-op check."
"Me too!" Said another woman on the other side of the room. "Same thing, he did my nose and I just love it."
"Well, can I add my two cents, me too!" Said a third woman.
As I looked from one to the other, I noticed all three had the same nose! R. Linda, it was bizarre I tell ya, they all looked similar, they could have been sisters. One had more than just the nose done, eyelid lift and another had ears pinned in addition to the nose. I was excluded from the conversation as they admired each other's "work." None seemed to see the resemblance. Oi!
I was called to go in, that Tonya wanted me there for the consult, so in I went to meet the Doctor. He seemed quite a bit plastic himself, not a line on the man's face (it was as smooth as a baby's behind) and he had to be in his early 50s. You know what I mean, very smooth skin, but you know he's no spring chicken so it looks odd. Very coiffed hair (looking suspiciously like a hairpiece), the expensive and tailored suit, and big white toothy smile, you get the picture. He was very personable and happy (well, wouldn't you be? Lots of money in his profession because a lot of vain women and another bunch who (simply put) do NOT want to look like their mothers).
So he looks at Ton's paperwork and says, "So Mrs. O'Sullivan you are here because you want your jowls and chin lifted."
"Yes," says Tonya as I close me eyes and shake me head, hoping he will tell her there be nothing to fix.
"Let's see what is what shall we?" Says he. He sits her down and under an extremely bright light with an attached magnifying glass, he goes over her face and neck looking intensely at her skin. "Well, there are some jaw wrinkles starting, um hum, and your top lip is very thin in comparison to the bottom, ohhh, the mouth is asymmetrical that's why, a little Botox could fix that. Let's see, jowls yesss, there is a preponderance of fat in the neck."
OH my God, let me see, I wanna see, where? WHERE? I wanted to shout and push him off his wheeled stool so I could sit there with that magnifier and take a look. But I couldn't very well do that so I leaned over his shoulder looking at all this. He put the magnifier to the side and told her he was going to take some pictures of the areas in question and could instantly project them on a screen, so she too could see what he was talking about. Well, I thought, this should be interesting because, for the life of me, I didn't see what he was talking about.
Snap, snap, snap, snap and we had pictures! He plugged the camera into a thingie on the counter and turned us in the direction of a big screen the size of a movie theatre cinema, and there flashing on the screen were close-up pictures of the "problem areas" that until today Tonya was totally unaware she had! Her reaction was a quick intake of breath as if she was experiencing heart failure. Later she told me at seeing herself up on that gigantic screen every blemish she ever had for the world to see and every fatty part of her face hanging out, well, she said she felt butt ugly for one and like shite for another. Oh my.
As doctor took a moment to answer a question outside the room, I did say to Tonya that any of us blown up that BIG on a screen, well, every little flaw would show. That was the wrong thing to say I found out almost immediately I had me head handed to me. "Flaws? You mean my big fat neck and jowls Gabe? THOSE flaws?"
Before I could say anything in defence of meself the doctor strolled back in and said we were ready to talk procedures, the risks of the different kinds of surgeries, the recovery and what that entails and then lastly the good part, how much this will cost us. Oh, goody.
"You know Mrs. O'Sullivan we could do a dermabrasion on your acne scars."
WHAT? She, like all of us, when teenagers, experienced pimples that evidently faded away. These you can't see without a magnifying glass for God's sake and you have to look hard to even see them and even if you did you'd not know what you were looking at but skin and pores. She didn't need dermabrasion, chemical peel or laser for THAT. If she did then every single one of us is in need!
"No, I cover that with my make-up," she stuttered embarrassed.
"Now Mrs. O'Sullivan, we could do a complete face lift which is surgery, so hospital time, preparatory tests for blood and heart. Your recovery time, ummm would be a minimum of 2 weeks. You'll need round-the-clock home care." And he looks at her and SMILES.
She is stunned but vain, "How will I look during that time? Will I see a difference?"
He laughed, yes he did, "No, you'll be quite swollen, but as the swelling comes down within weeks you'll see a visible difference, and make-up can cover any black and bluing." Big smile.
"Sooo, I'll be a mess for a while?"
"You could say that, yes." Another big smile.
And of course, what I wanted to know was, "How much be the procedure?"
"$12,000."
Yup.
"And you really really think she needs a full facelift at the age of 34 do ya?" I asked and was given a dirty look by Tonya, but he smiled at me and told me we weren't any of us getting any younger. Big smile and a guffaw. Right.
"And when will I notice a difference?"
"Oh, I should say within two to three months' time. And I would like to see you twice for this procedure should you choose it, because we want to get all the fat out of there so you'll have a nice firm jawline." Bigger grin.
"The cost?" I asked meekly.
"$3,000 per session so $6,000 total." Big wide wolfish grin.
"$6,000 for this fatso to undergo? Twice because a lot of fat under my jaw. Ok." Tonya mused to herself.
R. Linda:
Well, ever since the 60th birthday party, me wife has been looking in the mirror. She's decided she's starting to look like her mother, and that isn't (in Tonya's book) a good thing. Well, if truth be known it isn't for me either, the last thing I want, is to wake up one morning finding the Dragon in bed with me. Shudder the thought!
"Look Gabe, look at this," she came at me with a finger full of skin she was stretching from under her chin, "a wattle!"
"A what? Tonya, really you do not have a double chin."
"Not only DO I, but I have jowls growing, look, look at this when I put the turtleneck up, look what it does, not only does it push the fat out but my ears too!"
So this was why she was wearing nothing but turtlenecks lately. Okay, I wanted to laugh but you know appearance and women be serious business, so I took a look like I actually knew what I was looking for and shook me head I just didn't see any of it. I thought that was the end, but no, no, I came home the other day to Tonya looking over our health insurance to see what it covers and what it does not. When asked what she was doing, she told me she had an appointment to see a plastic surgeon. Eee-yeah.
I tried I did, to talk her out of this foolishness, why does a 34-year-old woman need a plastic surgeon for (as she calls them) 'fat pockets' that aren't there? Well, there was no stopping her. The appointment was made and I decided I better go with her before she signed up for God knows what and I end up with someone I know, but has a different face!
So the appointed day arrived. She was all set and HAPPY. I was sceptical and thinking what a waste of time and money this was going to be, because any good doctor could plainly see there was nothing to fix. Oi! So off we went to the big city of Nashua (I jest about big city, Morristown, New Jersey is a big city compared to what little quaint Nashua be). We get to the medical center building, and in we go to a posh office. Well, as posh as it can be by New England standards (no chrome and glass here, no more like shabby chic but pricey shabby chic). She is given papers to fill out while we wait and while she's doing that I be covertly checking out the others waiting. No one was under forty but us.
One of the receptionists came to get Tonya for paperwork leaving me for the moment. I noticed a woman looking at me and I smiled. She commented that Tonya was a pretty girl, had she got work done by doctor before? No, I said, she hasn't, this was her first time to the office.
"Oh I had my nose done, he did a very good job, I'm here for a post-op check."
"Me too!" Said another woman on the other side of the room. "Same thing, he did my nose and I just love it."
"Well, can I add my two cents, me too!" Said a third woman.
As I looked from one to the other, I noticed all three had the same nose! R. Linda, it was bizarre I tell ya, they all looked similar, they could have been sisters. One had more than just the nose done, eyelid lift and another had ears pinned in addition to the nose. I was excluded from the conversation as they admired each other's "work." None seemed to see the resemblance. Oi!
I was called to go in, that Tonya wanted me there for the consult, so in I went to meet the Doctor. He seemed quite a bit plastic himself, not a line on the man's face (it was as smooth as a baby's behind) and he had to be in his early 50s. You know what I mean, very smooth skin, but you know he's no spring chicken so it looks odd. Very coiffed hair (looking suspiciously like a hairpiece), the expensive and tailored suit, and big white toothy smile, you get the picture. He was very personable and happy (well, wouldn't you be? Lots of money in his profession because a lot of vain women and another bunch who (simply put) do NOT want to look like their mothers).
So he looks at Ton's paperwork and says, "So Mrs. O'Sullivan you are here because you want your jowls and chin lifted."
"Yes," says Tonya as I close me eyes and shake me head, hoping he will tell her there be nothing to fix.
"Let's see what is what shall we?" Says he. He sits her down and under an extremely bright light with an attached magnifying glass, he goes over her face and neck looking intensely at her skin. "Well, there are some jaw wrinkles starting, um hum, and your top lip is very thin in comparison to the bottom, ohhh, the mouth is asymmetrical that's why, a little Botox could fix that. Let's see, jowls yesss, there is a preponderance of fat in the neck."
OH my God, let me see, I wanna see, where? WHERE? I wanted to shout and push him off his wheeled stool so I could sit there with that magnifier and take a look. But I couldn't very well do that so I leaned over his shoulder looking at all this. He put the magnifier to the side and told her he was going to take some pictures of the areas in question and could instantly project them on a screen, so she too could see what he was talking about. Well, I thought, this should be interesting because, for the life of me, I didn't see what he was talking about.
Snap, snap, snap, snap and we had pictures! He plugged the camera into a thingie on the counter and turned us in the direction of a big screen the size of a movie theatre cinema, and there flashing on the screen were close-up pictures of the "problem areas" that until today Tonya was totally unaware she had! Her reaction was a quick intake of breath as if she was experiencing heart failure. Later she told me at seeing herself up on that gigantic screen every blemish she ever had for the world to see and every fatty part of her face hanging out, well, she said she felt butt ugly for one and like shite for another. Oh my.
As doctor took a moment to answer a question outside the room, I did say to Tonya that any of us blown up that BIG on a screen, well, every little flaw would show. That was the wrong thing to say I found out almost immediately I had me head handed to me. "Flaws? You mean my big fat neck and jowls Gabe? THOSE flaws?"
Before I could say anything in defence of meself the doctor strolled back in and said we were ready to talk procedures, the risks of the different kinds of surgeries, the recovery and what that entails and then lastly the good part, how much this will cost us. Oh, goody.
"You know Mrs. O'Sullivan we could do a dermabrasion on your acne scars."
WHAT? She, like all of us, when teenagers, experienced pimples that evidently faded away. These you can't see without a magnifying glass for God's sake and you have to look hard to even see them and even if you did you'd not know what you were looking at but skin and pores. She didn't need dermabrasion, chemical peel or laser for THAT. If she did then every single one of us is in need!
"No, I cover that with my make-up," she stuttered embarrassed.
"Now Mrs. O'Sullivan, we could do a complete face lift which is surgery, so hospital time, preparatory tests for blood and heart. Your recovery time, ummm would be a minimum of 2 weeks. You'll need round-the-clock home care." And he looks at her and SMILES.
She is stunned but vain, "How will I look during that time? Will I see a difference?"
He laughed, yes he did, "No, you'll be quite swollen, but as the swelling comes down within weeks you'll see a visible difference, and make-up can cover any black and bluing." Big smile.
"Sooo, I'll be a mess for a while?"
"You could say that, yes." Another big smile.
And of course, what I wanted to know was, "How much be the procedure?"
"$12,000."
Yup.
"And you really really think she needs a full facelift at the age of 34 do ya?" I asked and was given a dirty look by Tonya, but he smiled at me and told me we weren't any of us getting any younger. Big smile and a guffaw. Right.
"Or, we could just to the neck and jowls, and we could use a moderately invasive technique called liposuction. Do you know about lipo?"
"Yes, yes I do," she said as if in a dream. "And would there be hospital time for that?"
"Well, with any surgery you will need the prep tests done at the hospital. What I would do is make minuscule incisions behind both of your ears and under your chin and with the machine we suck out the fat." SMILE.
"Uh, will you be able to see these incisions?" She asks apprehensively.
"Well, under the chin probably and just don't comb your hair back away from your ears. There is a minimum of five days recovery but the good news unlike a full surgical face lift, is you'll be back to most of your routine in three days if everything is healing accordingly. You will need assistance at home and you can't bend down because you might break blood vessels around the incisions and that will cause more bruising, thus more recovery time." Bigger smile.
"Uh, so scars. Ok, and I'll look . . .?"
"You'll have some swelling and bruising for about two days but it gradually lessens from the neck and the good news is no bruising around the jowls at all. But you will have to wear a constrictive bandage to keep everything from moving for at least 3 to 5 days."
"A mild mess," she mutters.
"And costs?" I pipe up since this be me area of concern.
"Oh in the range of $5,500. The other alternative is laser therapy of your neck and jowls and it's the least invasive of the procedures. The operation lasts for 45 minutes and in some patients, it is very painful, like a six on a scale of one to ten being the top of the pain scale. You'll be prescribed Percocet to ease any pain afterwards. What happens is the laser burns the fat cells, and after the procedure, there should be little to no pain and no recovery time. You can resume regular routine immediately." GRIN.
"Yes, yes I do," she said as if in a dream. "And would there be hospital time for that?"
"Well, with any surgery you will need the prep tests done at the hospital. What I would do is make minuscule incisions behind both of your ears and under your chin and with the machine we suck out the fat." SMILE.
"Uh, will you be able to see these incisions?" She asks apprehensively.
"Well, under the chin probably and just don't comb your hair back away from your ears. There is a minimum of five days recovery but the good news unlike a full surgical face lift, is you'll be back to most of your routine in three days if everything is healing accordingly. You will need assistance at home and you can't bend down because you might break blood vessels around the incisions and that will cause more bruising, thus more recovery time." Bigger smile.
"Uh, so scars. Ok, and I'll look . . .?"
"You'll have some swelling and bruising for about two days but it gradually lessens from the neck and the good news is no bruising around the jowls at all. But you will have to wear a constrictive bandage to keep everything from moving for at least 3 to 5 days."
"A mild mess," she mutters.
"And costs?" I pipe up since this be me area of concern.
"Oh in the range of $5,500. The other alternative is laser therapy of your neck and jowls and it's the least invasive of the procedures. The operation lasts for 45 minutes and in some patients, it is very painful, like a six on a scale of one to ten being the top of the pain scale. You'll be prescribed Percocet to ease any pain afterwards. What happens is the laser burns the fat cells, and after the procedure, there should be little to no pain and no recovery time. You can resume regular routine immediately." GRIN.
"And when will I notice a difference?"
"Oh, I should say within two to three months' time. And I would like to see you twice for this procedure should you choose it, because we want to get all the fat out of there so you'll have a nice firm jawline." Bigger grin.
"The cost?" I asked meekly.
"$3,000 per session so $6,000 total." Big wide wolfish grin.
"$6,000 for this fatso to undergo? Twice because a lot of fat under my jaw. Ok." Tonya mused to herself.
So after paying the $200 for the consult, and the destroying of me wife's ego, we took off for home. She was sitting there talking to herself about lipo vs. laser.
"YOU ARE NOT SERIOUSLY considering this are you?" I said totally floored.
"I dunno, seems like a lot of money and recovery that doesn't sound like an easy time, but you saw all that fat!"
"No Tonya, I did not see all that fat. I don't know what you were looking at or him either for that matter. I think instead of a plastic surgeon you need an image therapist because I don't see any . . . what did you call it, oh yeah, I did not see a wattle or massive jowls. Give me a break. I could understand this if you were 60 . . ." I trailed off. She wasn't listening.
"What was getting to me," she said softly deep in thought, "was the minimum time. He made it sound like it could be a lot longer in recovery time."
I had noticed that as well and every time I was going to ask him about it, the flashing of those huge white false teeth took me mind to dentists and full set caps and then bizarrely to sharks, yes, big, sharp, gnashing, money hungry teeth.
"So what be the verdict on this Tonya?" I asked as we arrived home.
"I don't know yet, lots to digest and consider. After all, you don't want me looking like my mother do you? So maybe a facelift and a nose job with dermabrasion and hairline re-sectioning might be the way to go." With that, she chuckled to herself leaving me in open-mouthed horror watching her go inside. I do not know if she's joking or not and that's disturbing. Stay tuned.
Gabe
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"YOU ARE NOT SERIOUSLY considering this are you?" I said totally floored.
"I dunno, seems like a lot of money and recovery that doesn't sound like an easy time, but you saw all that fat!"
"No Tonya, I did not see all that fat. I don't know what you were looking at or him either for that matter. I think instead of a plastic surgeon you need an image therapist because I don't see any . . . what did you call it, oh yeah, I did not see a wattle or massive jowls. Give me a break. I could understand this if you were 60 . . ." I trailed off. She wasn't listening.
"What was getting to me," she said softly deep in thought, "was the minimum time. He made it sound like it could be a lot longer in recovery time."
I had noticed that as well and every time I was going to ask him about it, the flashing of those huge white false teeth took me mind to dentists and full set caps and then bizarrely to sharks, yes, big, sharp, gnashing, money hungry teeth.
"So what be the verdict on this Tonya?" I asked as we arrived home.
"I don't know yet, lots to digest and consider. After all, you don't want me looking like my mother do you? So maybe a facelift and a nose job with dermabrasion and hairline re-sectioning might be the way to go." With that, she chuckled to herself leaving me in open-mouthed horror watching her go inside. I do not know if she's joking or not and that's disturbing. Stay tuned.
Gabe
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6 comments:
I'LL think about surgery when my chin is resting on my knees.LOL
maybe. or I might just shove all the skin into a backpack and carry it.
You know me muse, it be times like this I think you might be a little demented.
LOL, I think she be pulling your leg and has changed her mind. I am sure she is fine just the way she is but try telling us women that. We all have our parts we would to fix but in my case, I would need a second mortgage to cover it LOL
Every line on my face I have earned and shows the world what my life has been and is. I think this preoccupation with age is ridiculous. This isn't Hollywood, it's life, so get real Tonya!
If you can afford it why not?
LOL why not indeed!
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