Thursday, July 07, 2011
Aging gracefully - with help
I have no problem in admitting that I've had botox. I did my forehead twice in the US. The first time was a Christmas gift from my incredibly kind and generous sister (who probably knew I would get hooked on the needle like her) and the second time was on me. It was like a mini brow lift and I like the fact that it got rid of that little line right below my forehead on the bridge of my nose that no one will probably ever notice but me. Don't care. I feel better.
I'm not one of those women like my boss, Stella, with extraordinary features who seems ageless/timeless. (Well, she is and I know because I've chatted with her online and we're like a couple of teenagers.) She's got a frame that can carry her through life - tall and great bone structure. She wears her hair short and it always looks elegant. She's of the same mentality as my dad was (God rest his soul) in saying, "Why do you need THAT? You don't need THAT." Yuh.... do too, Stella.
(Yo, I am NOT pulling for more money or a bonus, but hey - that would be nice, so I could afford more of this stuff that supposedly I don't "need.")
As those of you know who follow along in these here adventures (and I have no idea WHY), I had lasic surgery in December and I'm loving it. Again, compliments of my incredibly kind and generous sister (Mashallah, God bless her. Thank you so much for the gift of sight. Have I told you lately that I love you?) It was probably the best thing that I've ever done for myself (well, I went through it, but she paid for it). I can see and having the lasic really helped me through my latest bout of Kuwaiti pink/stink eye.
(So did the cute haircut that Butterfly did for me and the Brazilian Blowout that I got from Ashlee at Strands, Fanar. Yo, Ashleeeeeeeeeeee!)
I have a line that runs through my head in an endless loop. Sometime in my past I have heard this (maybe a few times). When asked what regrets, if any, an elderly person has, the person responds with, "I wish I had taken better care of my teeth." Ok, I know I need to do that. I don't like the taste of pureed pees or baby food mush. Plus, on all the "Look 10 Years Younger" shows they are always saying that one of the first signs of aging is a jacked-up smile. (Not exactly in those words, but close.) So, methinks I'll get my teeth worked on first and then I'll go for braces. I want Invisilyn. My sister had them and I have gone to a consultation (Dr. Javed Parker at New Mowasat) and I am a candidate for them.
Step 1: Fixing the teeth problems first. (Well, after the hair/make up, but that's a given, right?)
I just had the third in my series of root canals. This was the worst and I just spent 3 hours having it done - it is only half-way finished; need to go back. This one was the one that I punched the dentist over way back (I can't even tell you how long ago). It was very very painful. Dentist lady couldn't find the right novocaine. I right crossed her by accident; not my fault. Anyhoo, ever since that episode in my life (I can't even tell you how long ago), I have had a dental phobia. Even when I went to get the crown on that particular tooth, I drank half a bottle of vodka and took a percocet (love it!). Let's call it "nerves".
I literally "interviewed" 6 dentists in Kuwait to see who would be the lucky candidate to dig in my roots (sounds dirty, eh?). I informed each that I have a phobia of dentists. Al Salem Hospital, Dr. Bozo the Clown, actually laughed at me and then had the nerve - while I was stuck in the chair - to show me a video of how he was planning to burrow a hole into my jaw bone to screw in an implant. I guess he thought I would be impressed by his TV monitor. OH PHUCK NO. He giggled. I started sweating profusely and calling The Romanian for morale support. I ran to my car (clickety click) to get far, far away. Then, there was the whole, "It's going to cost you 2,000KD" (with a smile) visit to Dr. Sexy (Essa) at Asnan Clinic. There WAS a party in my mouth over there and he WAS invited, but not for that much money. He was that sexy that I woulda paid, but sorry, not so much. Dr. Fadi at the International Clinic was very good. He was my second runner up. I felt comfortable and confident with him and IC has great, shiny new equipment. I had a problem in that no clinic in Kuwait can use general anesthesia (without being attached to a hospital) and I wanted that option should I start freaking out. Dr. Mohammed at the Salmiya Government Clinic (behind the fire station at the end of 4th Ring Road) was also very good, but ditto on the general and the look of the place was also kinda worrying.
So, I went to New Mowasat - which actually takes my dental insurance (that wasn't even a consideration because I just needed to feel comfortable first and foremost). The kinda comfortable I felt at Asnan was toooo comfortable - OTT comfortable. After-care, outpatient, at-home service kinda comfortable.
It was too good..... just sayin.
Dr. Unni Krishnan at New Mowasat Hospital is a miracle worker. He is the Tooth Whisperer.
Ok, so we have the Tooth Plan. Check and future check.
Desert Girl has always hated her stomach (I also hate people who talk about themselves in the third person, but that's another story). While at New Mowasat, I went across the hall to Dr. Hirsch, the German plastic surgeon to check out lypo and a tummy tuck. He charged 30kd to look at me neked (shouldn't it be the other way around??) and told me it would run around 3,500KD.
Here is my question to all you Kuwaiti (and other) ladies who have had the lypo/tummy tuck done: who is good in Kuwait and how much did you pay?
I like all my other parts (for now). I guess at some point, I'm going to have to have The Girls lifted, but they're doing okay now and have so far not been terribly affected by a downward affect of gravity. I suppose that as long as I can still roll 'em up into a Miracle Bra, they'll be okay.
Does anyone really want to play with Old Barbie anyways? Je thinks not. Girlfriend, get some highlights and a little Botox!