Under the Knife

By the time you’re reading this, I probably will have gone “under the knife.”

That’s right. I’m having a little “work” done.

To make a boring story short, I got a terrible acne scar last summer. Mom had been in the hospital, there was stress, then acne, then Jimmy Buffett. I never made it to the dermatologist. I figured the thing would heal up, like they usually do.

Nope.

Left a crater on the tip of my nose that Neil Armstrong could’ve moonwalked across.

Now, I’m not a big proponent of plastic surgery. I believe, that in many cases, you should try to just love yourself as you are.

On the other hand, it’s my FACE. And not off to the side…on the TIP of my NOSE. You can’t miss it if you tried!

Back onto the first hand: if it were one of my kids, I’d have it fixed without thinking twice.

On the second hand, it’s my own damn fault for not getting to the effing dermatologist last summer. Maybe a nice scar across the middle of my face would be a good reminder that I need to take care of myself, too.

If it were any other part of my body, I probably wouldn’t even consider it.

Then there are the what ifs. What if it’s not covered by my insurance like they said it would be? What if it comes out worse than it looks now? What if it gets infected and my nose falls off completely…or worse, that I die and my kids have to grow up without a mother because she was annoyed by an acne scar?

So, in short, I’m a mess. Ambivalent about the whole thing. Wishing it all would just go away. Wanting Mr. Hoagie to come with me to hold my hand, but refusing to talk to anyone (especially Mom) about it because I don’t want to acknowledge it’s even happening. Shuddering at the thought that my face will be bandaged & stitched up, and I still have to go out in the world looking like that. I’m doing a charity walk on Saturday morning, and having people over Saturday night.

What do I tell them? (I know, who cares? But I stress over these things.)

It goes against everything I believe about a woman’s self-image.

Or, does it?

I know I’m lucky. The fact that an acne scar is at the top of my list of major health concerns is reason enough to be thankful. It SHOULD be covered by my insurance. I should be grateful that I even HAVE insurance.  I should be grateful that MY kid didn’t die of brain cancer last Valentine’s Day.

(Oh, I am grateful. Especially after writing all this out!)

Still…I wish I didn’t have to deal with this.

Wish me luck.

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About Kathleen

Kathleen Heuer is a serial arts advocate and volunteer. She is the mom of two beautiful girls, wife to a brilliant nuclear engineer, and referee between her golden retriever and her hissy 18-year-old cat. For more, go to http://about.me/kathleendheuer.
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5 Responses to Under the Knife

  1. Rebecca says:

    *hugs* You can do this!

  2. Carole says:

    lol – boy, we sure do put ourselves thru the wringer sometimes, don’t we? I hope everything goes wonderfully smoothly.

  3. Sandwiched says:

    Okay…I’m home for the day. Picked up Little Sis from Chiquita’s. Planning to chill on the couch with some magazines, a bag of ice, and a little later, my kids and a DVD of Bolt.

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