Before I get started, I would like to promote: "Gretchen" My Nurse (Medical Aesthician) who has been treating me all this time and who has proven and is showing her best effort in her promise to ensure me clear skin.
ORIGINS:
I'm 21. It's been over 7 years since I suffered with my acne. Hormones, metabolism, I don't know. I'm a tall guy, I was born over 10 pounds, and the sack was poked 3 times before it broke. I was overfed with iron as a baby. Anyway I've had no soda for the past 5 years, only water. I had reached the precipice of whatever anxiety I had attained in my puberty due to the potential divorce of my parents several years ago, and then the unexpected discovery that my mother had colon cancer which inevitably lead to her death in march of this year a month before the funeral just after her birthday. Several long years of stress and hardship. My breakouts had never gotten soo bad. My skin is the white susceptible kind where things can stand out more visibly. Though my acne is considered more of a build up of irritation than the pimples and zits that people talk about. For me this was worse, because it was all hiding underneath, ruining my complexion. I have confidence, I'm proud of what I have, what I have left of my mother. This face of mine. It's all I have left living in this world, she's just ash now, she was cremated. The thing is though, her funeral was coming up and I wanted to look perfect for her because I was broken out big time. I tried everything to get rid of my acne in the past. Anyhow I was stupid. This time I mixed baking soda, lemon juice, aspirin, and hydrogen peroxide together. At first I thought I just irritated my face. I left it on like a mask overnight. It burned in a little deep, fortunately it was only second degree, but it made me due for lots of healing time and time alone, confined and hidden from the outside world. When I found out it was a burn, I freaked out. I saw some of my skin come off, I peeled it myself like a piece of plastic. As if I wasn't depressed enough, my depression became a physical embodiment. I ran to the hospital and got assessed, it wasn't enough for me, it did nothing for me.
LOCATION:
With the little sum of money I got momentarily before full declaration from my mother's passing inheritance (having not completed a legal will" , I knew that she had given her life for me and that she only wanted the best for me, that that's what she lived for, and wanted, so I decided I would invest money in my healing. Burned or not, I knew it was worth it after I found out all the details. I was looking everywhere, at first I discovered some advanced skin repair clinic with many different docters and people, other places too, but when I found new derma, I knew right away that it felt at home.This place is run by beautiful woman who would make any man feel safe and comfortable when they need it most, even for other women, despite being of the same sex. No discrimination intended. I just feel like generally this is a strong selling point to a lot of us considering the line of work. We want people who we can trust in this field and commit ourselves to without a doubt. It's like a relationship. It is a relationship, in fact in business, customer relations are always crucial.
CONSULTATION:
I met a very nice blonde lady who kept me as calm and positive as possible, even though I am an optimistic person (who happened to be doubtful). I believed that I had ruined myself for life as this was my first experience incurring such damage to my skin. She did what any real man would love and want from a woman. She told me it was going to be ok. She suggested laser genesis, she even did some initiative and assessed my feelings, my situation, my life. That's what I needed, that's what I came for. To be realized and noticed for my pain, my hardship, my struggle, that it was something, not just nothing. The turning point in my life.
PROCEDURE:
Every appointment I had, besides naturally the hair removal pain, it wasn't anything to complain about, it was a laser after all. A little sting, whatever. Like the dentist really. More painful at times but, it was all more than endurable, as considered.
POST PROCEDURE
It all went as it should, and I recovered as I would. Big changes however little noticeable in the course of soo much time I had to go through, they were there. Mind you I thought I ruined myself for life. I've recovered soo well right now, that I'm almost my old self again, I'm close, a little yet, but close. Good promotions came along, deals, it was all completely my choice, but the recommendations all came to my own benefit. Suggestions to remove my acne are all working since trial and error. So far we've come close to everything like the light at the end of the tunnel that keeps my mother alive. When and if they completely heal me soon, I will never forget this, and they will be forever in my promotion, and gratitude. I will even volunteer my results. read more
