This is my third series of visits to a plastic surgeon. Back in the 1980s, I had to see one for a necrotic bed sore. In the 1990s, the same, and now again. I always tell people I am a bad, non-walking advertisement for the plastic surgeons I visit because if they see me on my first visit and on my last, they’ll wonder why no improvement is evident and might decide to change doctors. But seriously…
It’s interesting to be waiting for one’s turn in a plastic surgeon’s office. One’s imagination rules. One wonders why the young lady who is so pretty is there awaiting her turn. My, she is so pretty she could be a model, a TV star, etc. And she is young, so what gives? Sadly, I leave the doctor’s clinic still clueless. Then there are two friends, not very young. If I were their age, I’d not bother to see a plastic surgeon unless of course the reason goes beyond aesthetic. Like Joey Albert said before, she had her nose done to improve her breathing, not so she’d look prettier. Then as now, JA is pretty. there was once also a man who was by himself at the clinic. He had a bandage under his eye. I guess he had his eyebags diminished? And some time back, there was this girl, barely in her teens and I heard she wanted her ear pierced for earrings by the doctor, a plastic surgeon no less. Wow, when I was small, when my pierced ear’s opening closed, my mother just inserted something to open it up. Now a plastic surgeon has to do it? Again, wow.
If I had the chance, how I’d love to do a study on people who check out plastic surgeons. Why when you look so good? Why when you’re so old? Oh okay, apparently I am not vain which is why I have to ask those questions. Sige na nga. I won’t bother. but really…