facelift plastic surgery
Age 63 surely that can’t be me! From a 60’s wild child to an OAP its facelift time!
A facelift plastic surgery story is it time for you?
It’s often said a sign of old age is when it seems everyone we encounter either at work, socially, trips to the bank, Dr’s surgery, or the Vet’s etc. all appears to be that much younger than ourselves. Most of the girls I see on the make-up counter in our local department store looks as if they should still be in school. The list is endless.
Often unwittingly I find myself saying to people “do you remember” it could be a pop artist, politician, TV show, famous event and then I stop myself, and think “Crikey” they wouldn’t remember, after all they are ONLY age 30!
I didn’t spend every day gloomily reflecting about my advancing years. However something occurred which really struck a chord and prompted me to embark on my facelift plastic surgery journey. To explain, I received a copy of a letter from my orthopaedic surgeon sent to my GP.
The letter began ” I recently saw this 63 year old woman” and I read on further thinking ‘this must be a mistake’ until any doubts were banished when my actual full name was there in bold print.
Surely this can’t be me-oldie, heading for the “knackers” yard, old biddies etc!
So that’s me-a relic, dinosaur, seen better days with the Bingo and whist drives beckoning me. Often I find myself reading something about a celebrity from what seemed not too long ago stated that she/he is now age 64-something. Then it “sinks in” that so am I-or near enough!
The 1980’s seems just like yesterday. Particularly from then on where have all the years vanished to? Boy George, Samantha Fox, Pet Shop Boys, heavy mobile phones, Filofaxes I just can’t believe we have moved on so quick. Then again 1985 to now, is 28 years gone by. This takes what was then a 35 year old woman to being today a 63 year old.
Inside I haven’t changed much at all.
I still like an occasional booze session with my husband, and now our Son and his girlfriend join us too. We often go on late into the night with lots of raucous laughter together with smoking too many fags. I dress fairly trendily, always have done so!. I’d say all in all I simply don’t fit the profile of your average pensioner. I do have a bus pass, but thus far refrained from using it.
Actually I don’t feel very old at all. The only frequent reminder is my need to use spectacles. In fact I have a stock of around five or six scattered around the house, as often, I can’t remember where I left them. Ah…yes….my memory, I forgot about that one! See below the difference a facelift made to our MD.
On the outside with the help of my cosmetic surgeon I have done all I can to” hold back” the advancing years and will continue to do. So, what about a facelift plastic surgery procedure?l