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A Bit Too Much 'Eek' in my Beak - Rhinoplasty with Dr Grigoryants
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“…here is the deepest secret nobody kno...
TwentysixMay 23, 2017
$9,792
“…here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart”
Whilst entirely different from the secret which e e cummings touched upon in his poem, the deepest secret of mine has, similarly to his, remained hidden. Until now perhaps.
Beak, snout, schnoz, snoot, muzzle, conk, schnozzle.
Nose.
Ugh.
Where I am from there is a saying: A loved child bares many names.
Indeed, we tend to refer to loved ones using numerous affectionate pet-names.
However I can assure you this has never been the case with my nose.
Like most of you RealSelfers on here I have been through the awkward teenage years where you (or perhaps someone else) realised that there was a bit too much eek in your beak. This then continued into adulthood, despite holding out for a non-existing affection that would begin to grow over time towards this thing that seemed to have the audacity to take up so much space (and contemplation for that matter) on your face. Seeing as you are reading this, that evidently never happened.
When I was younger (and I hold the Hallmark channel completely liable for this) I thought that when you hit a certain age, let’s say 30 for the sake of the argument, you just wake up one morning and feel completely at ease with yourself and experience nothing but pleasure (or even just content!) when you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Well, let’s just say I’m still waiting.
What I did realise however by observing those around me and by browsing reviews on here, is that no one is perfect and there is nothing wrong with wishing things were different if you think said change would make you happier in yourself. Don’t get me wrong, there are good and bad days. But at the end of the day, you are never going to get to try on anyone else’s shoes and likewise, they will never get the opportunity to bounce around in yours.
I knew that I wanted to go with Dr Grigoryants pretty much from the get-go. His results were the most comparable with what I wished to achieve. I am fortunate to now be in a position where I have the opportunity to save money and as soon as I had made a budget plan, I called up Dr G’s office to schedule an appointment for later on this year. To be honest, I never thought the day would come where I could afford this and thus it is a rather surreal experience writing this review.
Nevertheless, I, as most people on here, have benefitted tremendously from the advice, information and warnings from others whom have been down the lane I intend to walk. Therefore I plan to share my experience with you, pre, during, and post everything, to pay it forward of sorts.
To be continued.
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart”
Whilst entirely different from the secret which e e cummings touched upon in his poem, the deepest secret of mine has, similarly to his, remained hidden. Until now perhaps.
Beak, snout, schnoz, snoot, muzzle, conk, schnozzle.
Nose.
Ugh.
Where I am from there is a saying: A loved child bares many names.
Indeed, we tend to refer to loved ones using numerous affectionate pet-names.
However I can assure you this has never been the case with my nose.
Like most of you RealSelfers on here I have been through the awkward teenage years where you (or perhaps someone else) realised that there was a bit too much eek in your beak. This then continued into adulthood, despite holding out for a non-existing affection that would begin to grow over time towards this thing that seemed to have the audacity to take up so much space (and contemplation for that matter) on your face. Seeing as you are reading this, that evidently never happened.
When I was younger (and I hold the Hallmark channel completely liable for this) I thought that when you hit a certain age, let’s say 30 for the sake of the argument, you just wake up one morning and feel completely at ease with yourself and experience nothing but pleasure (or even just content!) when you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Well, let’s just say I’m still waiting.
What I did realise however by observing those around me and by browsing reviews on here, is that no one is perfect and there is nothing wrong with wishing things were different if you think said change would make you happier in yourself. Don’t get me wrong, there are good and bad days. But at the end of the day, you are never going to get to try on anyone else’s shoes and likewise, they will never get the opportunity to bounce around in yours.
I knew that I wanted to go with Dr Grigoryants pretty much from the get-go. His results were the most comparable with what I wished to achieve. I am fortunate to now be in a position where I have the opportunity to save money and as soon as I had made a budget plan, I called up Dr G’s office to schedule an appointment for later on this year. To be honest, I never thought the day would come where I could afford this and thus it is a rather surreal experience writing this review.
Nevertheless, I, as most people on here, have benefitted tremendously from the advice, information and warnings from others whom have been down the lane I intend to walk. Therefore I plan to share my experience with you, pre, during, and post everything, to pay it forward of sorts.
To be continued.
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Anyway we'll have to high five each other on here and try not to freak out too much in the meantime x