Droopy Eyelids Forced Me to Get an Upper Eyelid Blepharoplasty
Upper eyelid lift
My upper eyelids started becoming 'hooded' when I turned 47. By the time I was 52, they had drooped badly. I looked tired all the time and the excess skin felt heavy and impeded my vision. I had never considered plastic surgery until my wife met with a plastic surgeon for botox in her forehead. While she was in the waiting room she told me she thumbed through a book of before/after photos of patients who had facelifts, breast augmentation, reconstructive surgery, and other cosmetic surgeries. She had her botox and had a good experience, and mentioned that her husband had been looking into an eye lift or brow lift, or something to help with his aging eyes.
That night she came home and recalled her experience with the surgeon, but noted that she mentioned my predicament. I was a little angry she revealed my concern, but a little nervous/excited to see what she had to say. She said she showed him my picture and what I was bothered by, and he told her I could meet with him to discuss a procedure called a blepharoplasty (an upper eyelid surgery) to remove the excess skin. After doing some research at home for about a week and guessing on the pricing, I called the surgeon's office and made an appointment to discuss an upper blepharoplasty surgery with the surgeon at a consult.
I met with the doctor after some above-average attractive scrub-adorned woman brought me to an exam room, reviewed my concern and my medications, and took photos. He went over the details of the surgical procedure (some details I could have done without), the side effects (like bruising, swelling, difficulty closing the eye, dry eye, and pain), and the post op procedure. He also said because of the hooding effect of my upper eyelid skin, I no longer had an eyelid crease - a fact that I didn't realize until he pointed it out. It all made sense after only about 5 or 10 minutes and he was relaxed about discussing my results he was confident he could achieve. He told me that a lower eyelid procedure wouldn't be necessary based on what he saw (and the fact that I told him it was just my upper lids that bothered me).
After discussing everything with the doctor, I met with another attractive female that was...ageless? I thought for a second, 'this must be the perks of the job - free surgery and botox?' She went over the process of booking the procedure, the timing of the procedure, and the good fact that I wouldn't have to pay for an anesthesiologist, operating room, or general anesthesia - the doctor was willing to do the procedure in his office because it was, in his words, "a quick procedure...and low risk". The total came to $2,250, which was about what I was expecting after my research. Being a 'good candidate' as the surgeon told me, by not having any medical conditions or eye problems, and trusting the surgeon after this consult, I booked the surgery.
About 3 weeks later I was back at the office for my surgery. I was a little nervous, but having my wife there did ease some of my nerves. The first scrub-adorned attractive woman from my initial visit came to collect me and bring me back into the exam room after I kissed my wife and she gave me a reassuring smile. I signed some documents that expressed my trust in the doctor and the risks of the procedure. The doctor stopped into the exam room after a quick page from the woman and made sure I didn't have any questions before we got started - I said no and he asked who I had waiting for me in the waiting room so he could greet my wife before we started. The scrubbed woman gave me an opportunity to use the restroom (she advised having to urinate in the middle of the surgery would be a bad idea to which I agreed), and gave me a Xanax so that I would be relaxed and not fidget during the procedure. The doctor came back in the room with blue covered trays everywhere and said we would get started - I smiled, gave him a fist bump (not the norm for me), and said 'let's do it'...the xanax must have kicked in.
A few needles numbed my upper lids after he cleaned and drew on my face. Him and the scrubbed woman got started and made sure to keep me numb the entire time. I heard the hum of some indiscernible music in the background and what felt like 20 minutes later, I was done. The woman gave me a couple of branded ice packs and reviewed the post op procedure with my wife before I was headed out the door - to return again in two days for a stitch removal. For best results, I was told to avoid alcohol, ibuprofen, vitamin E supplements/vitamins, and to use the ice packs whenever needed to reduce bruising during the recovery period.
The suture removal wasn't a pleasant experience, but the pulling sensation was worth going through to see the result. Even bruised and swollen I could see a difference - I survived my first facial plastic surgery and gave my wife a wink when I saw my eyelid lift results. The days and weeks that followed were easier and easier and the bruising was gone by a week and a half. I was happy that my wife mentioned the procedure to the surgeon because she was able to break the ice for me and made me feel less self-conscious about fixing something that truly bothered me.