I’m going under the knife tomorrow morning…having a bit of work done. Well, I’m having two moles removed but they’re from my face and it’s being done by a plastic surgeon and it’s about as close as I’ll ever get to anything like a facelift. I’m not good about anything like this, I’ve got the butterflies in my stomach and I know by the time I’m sitting in the waiting room I’ll be a nervous wreck. It doesn’t help that it’s being done in Ireland where you hear all too often about people going in to have so-called simple procedures done only to come out missing a leg because their charts got mixed up.
I met the surgeon a few months ago for the preliminary chat and he didn’t exactly fill me with confidence. Apparently my GP had exaggerated somewhat in her letter to the hospital saying the moles bled at the drop of a hat and were causing me much pain. I guess that’s what you have to do to get your patients seen quickly. This meant the plastic surgeon was skeptical of everything I said to him and kept cutting me off with a “yea, yea, of course…that’s what they all say.”
So, wish me luck. Hopefully I’ll make it out alive.
3 replies on “Nip/Tuck”
Aww good luck, I’m sure it will be absolutely fantastic (just promise me you won’t take any pix ok?)
Good luck!
Claire,
Just checked in to see some responses to me ‘make Claire buy Lightroom’ campaign 😉
Didn’t expect to see a post like this.
My technique for dealing with these events: Put your imagination in fast forward and see this from the perspective of a few weeks in the future, from where you can look back and realise:
1. Sheesh, I wasted so much time getting all worked up over that!
2. Enjoy that smug feeling about having done the right thing
3. You’re actually as tough as Chuck Norris when it really comes down to it!
4. That you’re now laughing so much about it with your mates that the red wine is in danger of coming out your nose…
Joking aside though, good luck with it, and try not to worry, I’m sure everything will work out well for you.