It being the New Year I decided that I needed a new face! I booked in for a glycolic peel. Before she started, my beautician said
"This may sting a bit. Tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how it feels. 2 to 3 is okay. 6 upwards means GET IT OFF!"
I immediately got worried.
A couple of years ago I was coming around on the hospital table after surgery. A wave of pain wracked through me. I heard a caring voice in the distance asking
"Tell me on a scale of 1 to 5 what your pain level is?"
"5!", I moaned, expecting a surge of drugs. Nothing.
There was a moment silence and then the question was repeated.
"5", I shrieked again.
"I can see you're in distress, but I can't administer any drugs unless your pain level is over 5", came the reply.
"But you said on a level of 1 to 5!" I managed to get out.
"No. I said 1 to 10."
"10, 10 10!" I screamed.
"That's more like it,"
And then the sweet nectar of morphine surged through my veins, followed by sheer bliss.
Back to the present
Naturally I was concerned. I had visions of ending up looking like Samantha in Sex and the City after her disastrous chemical peel.
I am happy to report it was only a 2. So I am now glowing for the New Year.