When my husband Davy told me last month that he was looking into laser treatment for his “cuperoza” I raised my eyebrows. Ah, couperose, Dutch for rosacea.
Rosacea’s never been something I worried about. And according to the almighty WIkipedia “it primarily affects Caucasians of north western European descent“, meaning really white people which is not me but definitely more Davy. Besides, I already suffer from Asian flush.
And so, today was the first of Davy’s laser treatments (he’ll be having four in total this year and then going back once a year thereafter) and I accompanied him as a dutiful wife and opportunistic blogger. As we drove up to the Cutaan Laser Center, we were greeted by bunny statues standing twelve feet tall.
I’m not sure what the heck these bunnies have to do with laser treatment, or why they even made it into this blog. But maybe you can help me figure out the connection. Or not.
Well, we got assigned a room, I was told to put on a pair of protective goggles.
They weren’t exactly the most fashion-forward item to ever grace my face, but I thought they were cool as shit anyway. Not so cool, was my dear husband lying supine on an exam table with what looked like K-Y Jelly on his face (I’m assuming it was ultrasound gel). And his eyes were also protected as he lay there “in the dark” awaiting his laser treatment.
And then the laser mistress arrived to administer the pain. Judging from Davy’s grunting, and the way he gripped the exam table until his knuckles went white, I realized the pain of lasers on your face was no joke. Davy and I are all about pleasurable pain in various states of undress, and both of us sport tattoos, but lasers? I guess we’ll be sticking to less invasive forms of private torture behind closed doors.
“It felt like needles being stabbed in your face in the dark,” Davy said after the session as he lay there on the table looking like Fifty Shades of Semen had been spewed on his face.
And so ended Davy’s first laser treatment session of many to come. He has to wait two months before the next session. This first session ran roughly $750, and every session thereafter will cost about $250. I don’t believe Davy needs these treatments as his rosacea doesn’t seem very severe to my eye. But I don’t know what it’s like to suffer from rosacea, and if it’s something that bothers you in your adult life then I’m all for doing something about it.
You can see for yourself that Davy’s face is far redder in the photos after the laser treatment today, but the redness has already faded and alas, we will have to wait and see what the results are at the end of the year. All I know is, I might by kinky but I’m not kinky enough to withstand “needles being stabbed in your face in the dark”. But as Davy says, “No pain, no gain.”