Nose Job Part Two: One Week Away
Thankfully, big huge hair was in style. However, I would have worn it ten times bigger if my hair would take the focus off my nose.
My graduation photo.
After the first nose job. Notice how pinched it looks? You can't see the big valley in the bridge of my nose. It seriously looked terrible. Don't comment on the shoulder pads. You're here for the nose.
My prayers will be answered if I can have a smooth, straight nose. Finally! Most people are born with one and take it for granted.One week from today the surgery will be over. My nose will be changed forever, I hope for the better because I don’t want to go through plastic surgery ever again. Maybe a little face lift or filler when I’m fifty, sixty. But no more cutting in to my face.
What the surgeons do is cut the spot between your nostrils and lift the nose like the hood a car. Once its open, they can work their magic. I’ve seen the photos, its not pretty! I’m glad they know what they’re doing because I wouldn’t know where to start. Although I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t eyed up my X-acto knife and considered trying to remove cartilage myself.
For ten years I dreamed of this. I consulted, through the years, plastic surgeons, only to retreat home feeling deflated because the surgery was so expensive. I’m not going to lie, it is. I’d go in hopeful and excited only to be told it was either too complicated or the doctor didn’t have the same vision as me about how I should look. Mostly, the price was exorbitant and I would never dream of imposing such a debt on my family expenses.
I felt that someday, when everything was meant to be, the details would fall into place and for the most part they have. All I have to do is wait . Next Wednesday morning, I will get up early and head to the medical center, try to calm my knocking knees and jittery hands, wear some kind of hospital issued night gown, put my hair up in a paper cab and lay down, waiting for drugs to take effect. I hope I’m not given whatever killed Michael Jackson. Yikes.
For the people I haven’t told, I wonder what the reactions will be. Will they stare? Ask questions? Will I look so different that I won’t recognize myself when I look in the mirror? Will I want more, like a plastic surgery addicted Hollywood starlet? Doubtful. I just want to be content when I look in the mirror. I wonder how my children and husband will react?
Labels: nose job, rhinoplasty, surgery




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