We focused on my upper lip and neck, as well as some of the stragglers that are trying to mount a comeback after our recent assault on my chin.
I wouldn't say I've gotten used to laser; I still flinch - badly - after each pulse. But I no longer tremble quite as much.
And who knows? Given enough time, M might not have to hold my hand the entire time either.
I may bring Cody, my stuffed cow, with me from now on for moral support. He is far braver than I. Cuter too. :c)
Anyway, the one thing I *cannot* get used to, no matter how hard I try?
OMG, it makes me nauseous even thinking about it! At least tonight I was so stuffed up from the work on my upper lip that I couldn't smell it. Thank goodness for small blessings!
When I came home and took a shower though... hoo boy. I spent the entire time thinking, "That acrid smell... is ME." lol I had to toss the facecloth in the hamper as soon as I finished. Otherwise I would have a flashback the next time I used it.
Oh well... the price we pay for beauty!
Or whatever it is I have. :c)
A great, great song from Lynyrd Skynyrd, and one of the most powerful anti-drug songs ever written:
That three-way guitar interplay at the end still gives me goosebumps every time. Steve Gaines was already well on his way to becoming one of rock's great guitarists after just one album. Alas, we'll never know... but we still have Street Survivors.