I shall be quiet for a week or
so now. A little operation is imminent.
My eyelids have drooped
dramatically this year and my optician suggested I consider an eyelift. Then
two ladies at book club mentioned they’d had eye lifts on the NHS so I asked my
doctor and he said yes and it all went through very quickly. I did tell the
doctor that my mouth wouldn’t match once my eyes were done and he laughed and
said the NHS weren’t going to fall for that. This op' is not cosmetic! That’s
what he thinks.
The consultant said I was
lucky there were no wrinkles in my forehead. Wrinkles would have meant him cutting
across my forehead, along the hairline, and yanking everything up. (Yanking is
not the medical term he used.) Apparently this procedure only affects the
eyes and there was I thinking that it might mean goodbye to baggy knees.
Next week I shall be impersonating
Jackie Onassis i.e. wearing very large
sunglasses, while the bruising heals and then all will be revealed and before,
during and after photos and story sent off to a magazine.