It 'S my Turn Now But...

Dear readers, after being a reader for many months I can finally say it is my turn now! I am leaving tomorrow for Argentina, where I hope I will get a "better face". All the details in my future updates. I am really thankfull to all the people who decide to share their experience on here so I have decided to do the same hoping to be able to help others in my same shoes. For now I wanted to know if anybody else has experienced a kind of sadness the days before...I mean: I really want to cry right now and I am afraid I will not be able to leave tomorrow morning; I am afraid I will not be able to jump on that train (and than bus, and than plane and another plane and another one...yes, I have a long trip). Maybe is just because I am going alone? Maybe because I do not want to leave my family (I have two small kids)?; maybe I am afraid the plane will crash? Is it just me or there is somebody else who has experienced these same feelings?

Hi ladies, I see my post is not very popular but I will keep posting, hopefully on here I can make some new friends who would like to hear my experience.. I am on my day 3 after the surgery and I am doing great! Sorry I could not post earlier but I could barely keep my eyes open, I wasn't in pain but it would just bother to stay with my eyes open too long. Anyway I will cacth up now with the updates. For now I think I finally figured out how to upload the pictures, so here you are: 3 "beautiful" pictures of me before leaving my country (Italy) towards Argentina for my blefARO AND FACELIFT!!

I have some time before they pick me up to take me to the doctor for the normal check up so here I am trying to catch up with the updates. Please forgive my English but its not my first language: I am Italian . So I have been searching for a good place to do my surgery after they really let me down here in Italy and I came across this "Salus", an organization run by an italian doctor who takes care of the italians who want to go to Argentina for their plastic surgery. I sent them my pictures and my requests and they gave me suggestions and prices. It took me almost a year to persuade myself to go: it is not easy to leave your family for 20 days; I have two small babies and no-one could come to keep me company, but I made it and I still cannot believe it! The organization has been great so far: on day one they come to pick me up at the airport and took me out for lunch in a delicious Italian restaurant and then to my cozy appartment (where there is everything I may need: stove, fridge, washing machines. Shops for groceries are nearby. You can also choose to sta in fancy hotels but of course it is going to cost you more, so I have prefered theapartment. On day two, in the morning they took to have my blood tests and my cardiological check up (they pay for everything) and in the afternoon I finally met my plastic surgeon who answered all my 3000 questions and set the details for the surgery. Day 3 they came to pick me up and took me to a great private clinic where I had the surgery. Everythig went smooth and nice. When I woke up I waited and waited for the anestesia effect to end and for the pain to come but nothing! I am on day 3 and had no pain so far. I just spent the first night in the clinic where the nurses were constantly checking on me : temperature, heart rates, blood pressure, but they also provided me with a personal nurse who stayed with me at night in the hospital and than all day the day after, when after taking bendage and drains out, they accompanied me home.
I am on antibiotics and pain pills but I swear to God I am sure I could not take these last once: if I had no stitches from one ear to the other I would say they faked it! Only my eyes bother me a little because they get tired if I keep them open but today they take the stitches away so that could be better tonight. I guess that's it for now, in the next update more details on what they did to me exactly. Baci a tutte