THE NIGHT BEFORE EYE LIFT AND SO MUCH ADVICE
I have ten hours to go to before my eyelift and I must say I have been the recipient of more advice, some odd, some helpful, some not well thought out, but I take it all and then of course do exactly what I want as that is the way I have always lived my life.
No I am not nervous, despite everyone asking. Yes, I am excited. I think.
I am trying to stay awake as one friend said stay awake all night if you can that way you will be really tired and sleep all day when you get back and then it won’t hurt so much, because you have not idea how painful this will be
That was very helpful indeed!
The doctor of course told me to get a good night’s sleep and I told him the same, better he be well rested than me.
Several people brought up the pain and misery, “ Well if you want to go through all that pain and misery go ahead. I don’t think you need it, but you will be the one suffering.
All right already, I get the idea it will hurt a little or perhaps a lot.
And there is no question during periods of my life I have sought out pain, subconsciously and in the name of repeating old patterns.
In this case I am merely seeking bag free eyes.
Even my dad, who called tonight to wish me well, said he went in recently to see if they could do his but he was a decade too late, they would have to do the whole face. Eventually everyone gets sick of these bags.
That made me feel despite all the pain and misery I was doing the right thing.
A friend in the building who went through it said it was nothing – nothing- wouldn’t even need pain killers.
My friend Kelly Langberg (who turned me onto my doctor) I met Kelly at the gym, seems to be where half my social group comes from, anyway Kelly is a makeover consultant and when Jon Turk did her face she was at Bergdorfs three days later. Why do I feel this might be me?
She did say Jon Turk (the doctor) called her and told her to get home;
and she had more then just the eyes.
“A little pain she said, but take a pill, you know us we like pills.”
I love Kelly she offered to walk me over in the AM. The fact my apartment is two blocks from the OR was irrelevant to her; she felt I should not make the trek alone.
I told her I was a big girl and the three-minute walk would be fine – solo.
I was talking to another friend I have reconnected to after decades, we went to grammar school together; and like much of America have found each other on Facebook.
She called to chat, she told me how much she loved the blog and all her funny friends had died so she was happy she had me. I said – “Gee that’s a great thing to hear the night before surgery!!!”
She felt awful, I thought it was sort of funny, the advantage of having a sense of humor.
My in-laws called, always there, with “we’re rooting for you”
My other Tracey Jackson thought I was going in for lasix, she is one of my more practical friends.
Then Lucy said good-bye to my eyes, and kissed them, Lucy is very dramatic, She is trying out for Lady MacBeth in school. I’m surprised she didn’t say, “Out, Out, Damn Eyes.”
And then Glenn just looked at me and said, “Boy tonight you look like a raccoon, it’s lucky you’re going in tomorrow.”
So I guess its time.
The best advice I got was from my good friend Joan Kron who is considered the queen of facelifts, she told me to get my eyebrows plucked and to hire a nurse for twenty-four hours.
Tonight is one of those nights Blake would have something hysterical to say.
He would have me in stitches, but I’ll have stitches tomorrow.
On that bad line – I’m going to sleep.
This just in from Atlanta –
“Holy braveness! Fingers crossed that everything is routine and it
meets your needs/expectations!”
I second that.
if you need some good advice on beauty