WARNING - there are real live BLOODY photos in this post
So, I had my first taste of plastic surgery today. Surprisingly, it was for a little freckle on my lip that my dermatologist was nervous about instead of for the butt implants that you probably all assumed that I'd be getting any day now.
You wouldn't think that this lip freckle was all that bad. In fact, I thought it was kind of cute. Sorta like Marilyn Monroe sneezed and her beauty mark just fell down her face a little.
My dermatologist, however, decided that the spot looked suspicious. Beautifully suspicious, perhaps, but suspicious nonetheless. It had to come out! So she referred me to a plastic surgeon.
I made a really big deal about how nervous I was about the whole thing, how I hate big needles and scalpels and how I was worried about being scarred for life, and then THIS is what they gave me:
Totally no big deal. He even used see-through stitches so that you can't really tell that I have anything but a little cut on my lip. Nothing like the half-Frankenstein face that I was expecting.
In fact, the swelling makes it look like I have Angelina Jolie lips. This turns out to be the sexiest plastic surgery I could have asked for. If I could smile or actually eat anything, this kind of thing have been addicting.