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The Only Bags I Have Should Be in my Hands!
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The Only Bags I Have Should Be in my Hands!
Dessy26November 8, 2018
WORTH IT$8,500
Hey all,
So i have found RS incredibly helpful over the years, and so i want to give back a little by posting a comprehensive review of my lower eyelid blepo....blepparo....baronimo.....bag surgery thing!
First - the provider. The most expensive guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of - and with good reason! He’s the freaking best and when it come to your face and eyes in particular, you don’t want to bugger about!
Not only is he an eye guy, and a plastic guy, he’s actually a plastic eye guy! An oculofacial plastic surgeon. So yeah, the tip top best. Works for me!
I noticed a growing swelling under my right eye a few months ago. It didn’t really cause pain but it bothered me! So i went to see him. Long story short. He recommended surgery.
Now trust me, i am the most cynical [RS bleep] you will ever meet on account of my being screwed over left right and center since moving to America 5 years ago. But this guys Yelp reviews were full of people saying that they thought they needed surgery and he talked them out of it and said not right now, not necessary. So extrapolating slightly, I’m going to assume that if he says i need surgery, then i probably do.
He basically said filler can give me a 30% improvement for $1500 and will need repeating every year. For $8,500 (yeah i know, ouch!) he can give me an 80% improvement that will last 20 years.
So really - its a no-brainer. I never spend money on myself. I don’t get nails done, i own nothing designer, my clothes come from Target and Express and only when they have their 40% off sale. But I’m now 45 and a mother of 3 who has moved 3 continents and trashed 2 perfectly lucrative careers in support of my husband’s. In short - i freaking DESERVE this!
Ivey always had that “tired” look courtesy of my dads genes and my mum’s thin skin. I remember being a teenager and people telling me i look “tired all the time”! When it was just dark circles i could live with it and it varies in its degree of awfulness over the years. But when the bags came along about 6 months ago that was just a step too far. I needed to DO something! So here i am :) ! Following are some pics of me in the “good old days”! The years BS (before [RS bleep] happened). Sorry i have no idea why they are all upside down! I’ll get to that later!
So i have found RS incredibly helpful over the years, and so i want to give back a little by posting a comprehensive review of my lower eyelid blepo....blepparo....baronimo.....bag surgery thing!
First - the provider. The most expensive guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of - and with good reason! He’s the freaking best and when it come to your face and eyes in particular, you don’t want to bugger about!
Not only is he an eye guy, and a plastic guy, he’s actually a plastic eye guy! An oculofacial plastic surgeon. So yeah, the tip top best. Works for me!
I noticed a growing swelling under my right eye a few months ago. It didn’t really cause pain but it bothered me! So i went to see him. Long story short. He recommended surgery.
Now trust me, i am the most cynical [RS bleep] you will ever meet on account of my being screwed over left right and center since moving to America 5 years ago. But this guys Yelp reviews were full of people saying that they thought they needed surgery and he talked them out of it and said not right now, not necessary. So extrapolating slightly, I’m going to assume that if he says i need surgery, then i probably do.
He basically said filler can give me a 30% improvement for $1500 and will need repeating every year. For $8,500 (yeah i know, ouch!) he can give me an 80% improvement that will last 20 years.
So really - its a no-brainer. I never spend money on myself. I don’t get nails done, i own nothing designer, my clothes come from Target and Express and only when they have their 40% off sale. But I’m now 45 and a mother of 3 who has moved 3 continents and trashed 2 perfectly lucrative careers in support of my husband’s. In short - i freaking DESERVE this!
Ivey always had that “tired” look courtesy of my dads genes and my mum’s thin skin. I remember being a teenager and people telling me i look “tired all the time”! When it was just dark circles i could live with it and it varies in its degree of awfulness over the years. But when the bags came along about 6 months ago that was just a step too far. I needed to DO something! So here i am :) ! Following are some pics of me in the “good old days”! The years BS (before [RS bleep] happened). Sorry i have no idea why they are all upside down! I’ll get to that later!
Dessy26's provider
UPDATED FROM Dessy26
1 day post
Pre-surgery
Dessy26November 10, 2018
So about 6 months ago I started noticing a swelling under my right eye. I massaged it, rubbed essence of donkey testicle into it, iced it, talked to it, asked a higher power to remove it, but it just kept getting bigger. So I went to see someone who could do something about it. I thought he could possibly zap it, inject it, swat it, dissolve it, disguise it - but he recommended surgery. By this point I was starting to notice something happening on the other side too. YIKES!!! I'm turning into my parents. We cannot allow this to happen!
But surgery is a big step. I was nervous. I wanted to think things over. And I did. Very carefully. I considered all the pluses and minuses. And then I went to volunteer at a Halloween event, and in between sessions (my job was to jump out of a coffin in a mask with a rubber knife, scaring people) I pulled off my mask for a breather, and a little teenage [RS bleep] I had been working with and chatting to said "Oh my God! I thought you were MUCH younger than that!"
That was it. If ever I needed a sign. I stuck Dr Joseph in my phone on speed dial and made the call. November 8th!
But surgery is a big step. I was nervous. I wanted to think things over. And I did. Very carefully. I considered all the pluses and minuses. And then I went to volunteer at a Halloween event, and in between sessions (my job was to jump out of a coffin in a mask with a rubber knife, scaring people) I pulled off my mask for a breather, and a little teenage [RS bleep] I had been working with and chatting to said "Oh my God! I thought you were MUCH younger than that!"
That was it. If ever I needed a sign. I stuck Dr Joseph in my phone on speed dial and made the call. November 8th!
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November 14, 2018
That teenager was an idiot, I'm 24 and continuously had people mistaking my nearly 60 year old dad as my HUSBAND and had people constantly asking if I was tired, so I know how you feel. People can be really hurtful with their unsolicited assumptions and comments. Glad your recovery is going well. Xoxo
July 23, 2019
You look fantastic! I have 2 questions. I've always thought th incision is at the bottom eyelash line which scares me but this was on your cheeks! Cool! Also eye bag removal is usually bout $2500. I noticed this was over 4 TIMES the much! Yikes! Did you have lots of other stuff done? Thank!!!
July 23, 2019
Hey Zebra! No the incision was i. My lower eyelid. The patches in the cheeks were just a stitch to hold things in place while i healed. One stitch each side, no incision. The cost - don't know where you live but here in SoCal is around $6,000 on average! Let me know where you are so i can fly THERE for work next time!!! This guy is more expensive than most because he's the very best. Not just a cosmetic surgeon but an ophthalmologic surgeon too. I'm glad in the end because i needed some revision work done and he took good care of me no charge. Also - $1500 of that cost was for fractional laser which apparently gives a better end result - although if I'm honest i didn't really see any benefit to that.
UPDATED FROM Dessy26
2 days post
Surgery day!
Dessy26November 10, 2018
Here we go!
I didn't really have time to be nervous, although I did ham it up slightly hoping to score some Xanax, but as always Dr Joseph was one step ahead of me. No go. I was fine, other than getting a phone call asking if I had a DNR order on me. WHAT??! For my EYEBALLS??!
I made it into the surgery center, and was called through after filling in a whole bunch more forms. How do you answer the question about what medications you take either Rx or over the counter, vitamins etc, when you are 45?! I had to list all my pills and potions and the reasons for them, and I was too terrified to skip one in case it turned out that Evening Primrose Oil somehow interacts with anesthetic drugs and kills me! So I listed every single shagging one of them and under "reason for taking" could come up with nothing other than "stay alive" (multivitamin), "not be bitchy" (EPO), Probiotic ("really? You want details?!") and Sunscreen pill "heard it might help keep me young"!
Then I went in where there was ANOTHER DNR form to fill in (now I think they're just taking the [RS bleep]) so I scrawled across it in big black letters "BRING ME BACK!"
Right on time as I was just getting to the hyperventilatish stage the anesthetist appeared with - and I quote - "something way better than Xanax" and precisely 13 seconds later I no longer gave a monkeys about my DNR and was way more fascinated that my hand now left a comet trail when I waved it.
Now, when I get nervous I talk to much and try to be funny, the last thing I remember is being wheeled into the OR yakking away about all the things I didn't want them to ask me about whilst under the influence. I couldn't swear to it, but I suspect behind me the surgeon may have made "shut her up please!" gestures to the anesthetist because the next thing I remember I could hear the reassuring beep of a heart monitor (presumably mine) and the slightly less reassuring sound of my husband's voice (terrified of anything medical so no bloody use to me at all other than as duty driver).
My eyes were covered in a cold mask, which the nurse I guess took off as she saw me coming round. I found it really hard to open my eyes, partly from heavy discomfort and partly from the light. But I slowly got them open. No pain, just a bit of confusion and heaviness and a little sadness I guess as I reluctantly came down from my fluffy pink cloud I had been riding on for the last hour with a unicorn named Terence.
I came home and drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours. I am supposed to ice on for 10 mins off for 20 the first day, but I struggled with that initially as I was semi conscious. But if I do say so myself, I didn't look too bad at all considering I am fresh out of surgery.Nope! Not bad AT ALL! Nice one girl! How little I know about post-operative swelling and what was about to come next.....!
I didn't really have time to be nervous, although I did ham it up slightly hoping to score some Xanax, but as always Dr Joseph was one step ahead of me. No go. I was fine, other than getting a phone call asking if I had a DNR order on me. WHAT??! For my EYEBALLS??!
I made it into the surgery center, and was called through after filling in a whole bunch more forms. How do you answer the question about what medications you take either Rx or over the counter, vitamins etc, when you are 45?! I had to list all my pills and potions and the reasons for them, and I was too terrified to skip one in case it turned out that Evening Primrose Oil somehow interacts with anesthetic drugs and kills me! So I listed every single shagging one of them and under "reason for taking" could come up with nothing other than "stay alive" (multivitamin), "not be bitchy" (EPO), Probiotic ("really? You want details?!") and Sunscreen pill "heard it might help keep me young"!
Then I went in where there was ANOTHER DNR form to fill in (now I think they're just taking the [RS bleep]) so I scrawled across it in big black letters "BRING ME BACK!"
Right on time as I was just getting to the hyperventilatish stage the anesthetist appeared with - and I quote - "something way better than Xanax" and precisely 13 seconds later I no longer gave a monkeys about my DNR and was way more fascinated that my hand now left a comet trail when I waved it.
Now, when I get nervous I talk to much and try to be funny, the last thing I remember is being wheeled into the OR yakking away about all the things I didn't want them to ask me about whilst under the influence. I couldn't swear to it, but I suspect behind me the surgeon may have made "shut her up please!" gestures to the anesthetist because the next thing I remember I could hear the reassuring beep of a heart monitor (presumably mine) and the slightly less reassuring sound of my husband's voice (terrified of anything medical so no bloody use to me at all other than as duty driver).
My eyes were covered in a cold mask, which the nurse I guess took off as she saw me coming round. I found it really hard to open my eyes, partly from heavy discomfort and partly from the light. But I slowly got them open. No pain, just a bit of confusion and heaviness and a little sadness I guess as I reluctantly came down from my fluffy pink cloud I had been riding on for the last hour with a unicorn named Terence.
I came home and drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours. I am supposed to ice on for 10 mins off for 20 the first day, but I struggled with that initially as I was semi conscious. But if I do say so myself, I didn't look too bad at all considering I am fresh out of surgery.Nope! Not bad AT ALL! Nice one girl! How little I know about post-operative swelling and what was about to come next.....!
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