Everyone has a love for beauty, especially women, who love it even more. When young, the skin is naturally tight and smooth, like a delicate flower. As one reaches a certain age, this delicate flower gradually becomes a withered one. However, with the advancement of medical beauty technology, many beauty-loving women have turned to these techniques to make themselves more beautiful and youthful.
I also particularly love beauty. As I age, I have been troubled by many skin issues, and in recent years, I have developed two annoying eye bags, and my skin has also started to sag. But I have always been too afraid to undergo surgery for the eye bags. Instead, I went to a beauty salon for eye bag hot stone treatments and muscle rolling (which involves using a small stick the thickness of a chopstick to roll on the face), and I used high-end eye creams and eye masks. All of this was just a waste of money. In the end, I decided to take the plunge and undergo surgery, hoping to live the second half of my life happier and more beautiful!

This was yesterday. A friend introduced me to a female doctor at a top-tier hospital who specializes in ophthalmology and medical aesthetics. She is a graduate advisor and has performed countless eye bag surgeries. I had made an appointment with her the day before yesterday, and I went in for the procedure yesterday.

I have been suffering from high blood pressure for a long time. I was originally scheduled for the morning, but I felt a bit nervous. When I measured my blood pressure, it was 150 over 98, which was a bit dangerous. The doctor suggested I take a pill of a blood pressure medication and reschedule for the afternoon. Then I had to undergo an electrocardiogram and blood tests. Since it was surgery, these tests are mandatory in a formal hospital. After all the tests, I just had to wait for the surgery in the afternoon.

Around one in the afternoon, the nurse helped disinfect the area around my eyes. To ease my nerves, the doctor suggested I take a tranquilizer. I changed into a hospital gown and sat outside the operating room waiting.

After measuring my blood pressure again, it had dropped to 132 over 80. I was still a bit nervous, but thinking about how I would look at least ten years younger after today made me feel excited and eager. I knew the surgery would involve some pain because of the anesthesia, followed by liposuction, skin cutting, and stitching.

I bravely lay down on the operating table. For the sake of beauty, I felt suddenly courageous, but I still asked the nurse to play some soft music to help ease my remaining tension.

To be safe, they measured my blood pressure one more time, and it was normal.

The surgery began amidst the gentle music, and I was lost in the melody.

It turned out that the anesthesia needed to be administered several times, starting with the right eye bag. The injections were a bit painful, but for the sake of beauty, I endured it. I could hear the sound of scissors cutting through skin, but I didn’t know when the fat was being extracted or when the stitches were being placed. The music became very faint, and the tranquilizer took effect; I almost fell asleep.

Next, they worked on the left eye bag, following the same procedure. My right arm was continuously wrapped in a blood pressure cuff, and the nurse came to check it periodically, but I didn’t hear anything abnormal.

It felt like I was in a dream, with music, pain, and visions of how I looked when I was younger... Finally, the surgery was successfully completed.

I am still wrapped in bandages, with each eye showing half of my face, and I can only remove them after seventy-two hours. Beauty-loving women are truly capable of enduring and sacrificing for beauty; I deserve a thumbs up! 😬👍