Only in Southern California can you get Botox on a Sunday afternoon. Seriously! I woke up one Sunday morning a few weeks ago and looked at my face in the mirror and asked myself, "Who in the heck is that?" My skin looked good because I know good product and take care of it diligently, but the areas of wrinkles that are musculature in nature had taken a nosedive. My eyebrows were drooping, and my crow's feet glaring. I needed Botox immediately. This was a botulism toxin 911.
I realized as I started flipping through the yellow pages that it was Sunday and I would never find a medical spa open. It's rare to find a regular day-spa without medical treatments open on a Sunday so how was I ever going to find a doctor or nurse on staff somewhere? I thought surely I would have to wait till Monday or even worse, later in the week if no appointments were available. Botox doesn't last long once it's been opened so many offices do it only one day a week so that everyone who wants the treatment must schedule their appointment for that specified day. The chances of an office being so busy that they can continually open the vials daily seemed like an unrealistic expectation on my part. But still I marched on.
I called each office in the phone book that didn't specify hours just in the hopes they'd not only be open on a Sunday but do Botox that day as well. Part of me wanted to pull myself together and realize I had some serious altered body image issues for even thinking I couldn't wait a few days for it. But the other part of me was hoping for the instant gratification of getting it NOW and just come to grips with the fact I may have some self esteem concerns (I say that tongue in cheek, because I know I'm emotionally healthy in terms of cosmetic treatments and procedures, but altered body image and body dysmorphic disorder are serious conditions which I will write about another time).
With persistence…I hit pay dirt! I finally found a medical spa open and they even had R.N.'s on hand to do Botox. I scheduled the appointment for 3pm that very day. The next worry on my list was…'but are they good?' Well come to find out they (Dermfx) were indeed very experienced and my results were remarkable. Of course, I had to wait the few days for the precious poison (I meant to say potion, but I suppose poison is apropos) to do its magic. As hoped and anticipated, I looked bright-eyed and bushytailed without looking overdone. The conclusion: Sundays are made for Botox, not football!