The first time Botox: "Now I hang on the syringe?"
Pieks .... Pieks ..... Pieks? There is a nasty crackling sound when the syringe penetrates the skin and hits the bone. It is uncomfortable, but endurable, when it comes to the forehead and eye area. Worse is when the nasolabial folds are injected with hyaluron. This brings tears to my eyes and sweat on the forehead, which is already botox-injected. I had only thought about it for a long time. Researched the internet and did not dare me. But then the curiosity won out. The decisive factor was a contact with an experienced dermatologist who performed hyaloron and botox treatments and was warmly recommended to me. Such a thing has a lot to do with trust. You hear (and ergoogelt!), After all, the most horrible stories.
And then? First of all there was a consultation about the different products and an explanation about the dangers of the treatment. In terms of content, I have honestly almost supplanted everything to this day. I had now taken this step and just wanted to get the treatment over with. Without emergency exit.
New freshness or frog lip?
Done. In the evening I feel thanks to the overcome excitement and fear? I admit it yes? first exhausted. And my face? That is very tense. I often look in the mirror the next few days and think: Am I 10 years younger now? After a week, the forehead is already very tight, around the mouth there are a few bruises. The eyebrows and eyelids have been lowered slightly on the eyes, but fortunately this is back after a few days. What remains permanent is the tight feeling in the forehead area and around the eye area. But I get used to it. In contrast to all rumors, the facial expressions continue to work almost flawlessly. Only I feel from now on less of her use. Weird, is not it?
And what does the environment say? My husband says he sees no big change. Strangely, Tzzz, the new pair of shoes, always recognizes it immediately. My friends say at the first reunion: "You look so fresh!". I am happy and spend a round of champagne. My daughter laughs limp and claims that I have a frog. The stupid. My daughter-in-law says the wrinkles around her eyes are less. My son has a good taste, I think.
And what do I say myself? I say it's not a bargain to have such a treatment. Am I attached to the beauty injection now? I do not know yet, frankly.
