Once in a while, I decide my skin’s looking old and decrepit. And, I call our local spa.
This latest once in a while happened on Friday. I talked to the receptionist, Sonia.
Janie: Hey, girl, this is Janie.
Sonia: Hey, Janie, how are you? (They love me around there, don’t ask me why.)
Janie: I need to have some type of treatment.
Sonia: Okay, what kind?
Janie: Facelift? Can you work me in?
Janie: Oh. You can’t do that? Well. Who’s available tomorrow?
Sonia: Judy has an hour at 12:30 pm.
Janie: Great! What can we do in an hour? (I’m thinking, I need two weeks! Can you do that?)
Sonia: Well, you can do a Refirme, or Urbium, or whatever.
Janie: Not impressed with the Refirme, I’ve done four, and don’t have the time to peel for a week with the Urbium. (though after the Urbium my skin never looked better!)
Sonia: How about a microdermabrasion and chemical peel? $150.00.
Janie: Sold. And I need to get some Obagi products, as well.
So, I go in, after hunting with Zack. (Now you’re getting to know why they love me. Most of their clients go in dressed to the nines, dripping with diamonds…I go in dressed in camo and boots, or even better, my red Kevlar coveralls and steel toes. They get a huge kick out of that.) Meet the new aesthetician, and get to work. It doesn’t hurt, and I get finished, and get out of there. My face is a little red, but feels fine.
Sunday morning, we get up to take our Little Brother 1 to breakfast. I’m sitting in the truck, waiting on them to get in.
MLH: What’s the deal with your face?
Janie: What do you mean? (Frantically grabbing the mirror in the visor so I can look)
MLH: You’ve got these dots all over your face.
And oh, my Lord, I do. My first thought was “Crap. They took the whole first layer off, and all these freckles emerged.” Not so. The dots are almost little bruises. I couldn’t believe it.
I called them today, and went in so they could check it out. It’s nothing bad, and it will go away, makeup won’t cover it. They gave me steroid cream to enhance quicker healing.
But now, instead of enhancing my complexion so when people see me they don’t think I’m older than dirt, the dots are drawing attention to my face, which looks…spotted.
Not exactly what I had in mind.