So….I took time off this week to get caught up on stuff that I’ve been putting off…dental appointment, blood work, homework, household chores, TJ Maxx shopping, personal paperwork, end of summer yard clean up, etc. To maximize this time, I decided to partake in a few personal “beauty” tasks as well! Got a pedicure, purchased makeup at Sephora, started a new workout routine and went on a quest to explore the latest on skincare to help me with my lifeless and dull appearance.
I turned to my personal advisor: Google. Typed in “laser versus chemical peel.” After about 4 minutes of hardcore research; I determined that a “ViPeel” was the way to go. This is the peel that Hollywood gets that is pain-free with little to no downtime (Lie BTW)! Yippee…I can finally get skin like Courtney Cox, Demi Moore, Jennifer Aniston or some other 40 something actress that looks super hot.
Went on the company’s website, typed in my zip, and found a local doctor that performs this treatment. Scheduled a 30 minute appointment, showed up (2 hours post research), paid $300, went back to a treatment room, had acid evenly applied to my face and then it was over. As I lay there dizzy, confused and wondering why I have never smoked, why I have worn sunscreen for over 20 years, and why I always wear at hat outdoors when I’m attempting—in one swoop—to become Freddy Krueger’s fraternal twin.
Doc says, “Does that sting…your eyes are watering?” Sting, watering? That is an understatement. My skin is on fire and I’m crying! All I can think about is how I’m going to avoid seeing my Mother over the next few days, and how my–grow old gracefully obsessed– husband is going to freak out.
This is exactly why it is not safe for me to not be at my job…my mind gets loopy, lacks little to no focus and gets me into trouble. One more day off! Will I survive? Today; scary shedding face ….tomorrow; let’s ask Google: “Cheap thrills with the Golden Driller.” Sounds promising…