The day after

So the Restalyne was successful. It was a freaky, kind of frightening process. I kept thinking "what if this goes horribly wrong?" Dr. Keel at MDSpa in La Jolla was reassuring. And he's done this 100s of times- if not more. He numbed up my face- and then injected the Restalyne. And then he massaged it in. The whole process took twenty minutes.

I was a little sore for about 14 hours- iced the face every few hours, but I'm pretty happy with the results.

Below are pictures of before, 15 minutes afterwards and the day after. The puppet lines are gone.

And as I was sitting on the front porch- looking out at the sun over the ocean, painting my big toenail navy blue. Yes, blue.

I thought- "Jesus, am I in a midlife crisis?"
Am I J. Alfred Prufrock? I reread the T.S. Eliot poem- and posted a bit below.


No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.



Prufrock is despondent- resigned.

I am not.
And thus the blue toe nail.
I do believe the mermaids will sing to me.