My house currently smells like just-roasted chicken. I’ve just finished making then devouring dinner with my husband Davy, and the chicken turned out crispy then tender to the bite. Delicious.
It’s probably inappropriate for me to make a joke about Davy’s face being roasted like a chicken just a few hours ago, but “appropriate” is overrated. Today was Davy’s second laser treatment, his first being back in March, for his mild (I say) rosacea.
I’m strangely happy to report that the giant red and blue rabbits are still sitting on the lawn of the Cutaan Laser Center. I know you’re all happy too.
I believe the sight of the freakishly huge bunnies gave Davy some relief, as he was nervous now knowing what kind of pain was in store for him or so he thought. Despite his nerves I made him stand up against the wall and take his “Before #2” photos.
I don’t know if you can see any difference, good or bad, between the two sets of “Before” photos. Before #1 photos were taken before the first treatment on March 15th of this year. Does he look “better” in the second set? Did the first treatment make a difference?
Hmmm…I believe Davy’s face is less spotted with red spots aka “damaged blood vessels” and more evenly pink now when he gets flushed. It doesn’t matter what I believe though, because we were there today to get his second treatment anyway. So Davy assumed the position and got his face lubed.
The second treatment, unlike the first one in March, was in two parts. Two painful parts with a little break in between:
Davy went through some stronger bigger yellow laser first and his knuckles turned white with pain. I’d say it kicked his ass, but it was more like kicks in his face. Then he had a second round of the more tattoo-needle-like green laser (he had only this the first session).
I realize there’s no real point in putting up these “After” photos, because everyone ends up looking like a freshly roasted chicken. Davy’s next roasting is supposed to be in September but we’re holding off because unlike the first sessions, this second one has wreaked havoc on Davy’s skin. He sits next to me currently looking like an undercooked to somewhat-rare pork rind.