Plastic surgery runs in my family. It isn't only good genes. As such I have a family legacy to uphold which is why, after my hour long annual physical, I dashed down the hall (yep, convenient) to my dermatologist to get a little pick-me-up.
I love my derm. She's small, squat and she dashes around like a tazmanian devil. You can't be late. She rare is ever late, and she's direct. Get in, get zapped, get out. Oh, and she's great at letting you know when there are promotions. Allergan (the brand manufacturer) is also good at that.
She took a look at me, whipped out a little vial and gave me a few little pricks around my eyes - zip, zip, zip and she patted off the small drops of blood and shoved me out to the desk where I whipped out my CC and paid the lady. Bada-bing, bada-boom, my eyes will be miraculously less crows-feety by tomorrow.
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