Home' Scoop : Scoop 59 Autumn 2012 Contents In the treatment room, the dinky Clear and Brilliant machine resembles
an early version of a cur vy Apple Mac. It looks positively friendly next
to the arsenal of other machinery in the room – liposuction gadgets,
et al – which fortunately won’t be firing up today.
The ‘computer’ has a wand with a blue light on one end. Later I
examine its business end for tiny pins, but there are none. It’s the laser
that’s creating that stinging-nettle feeling as the nurse rolls the wand
across my face with a slow and heavy hand. Ten minutes in, the heat
comes. By the end (less than 30 minutes) I’m well and truly smarting
and have turned a fetching shade of tomato. Cortisone cream and
icepacks calm the worst of it straight away. The stinging lasts another
30 minutes or so; the redness hangs about a bit longer. I’ve been told
I can apply makeup straight away, but don’t. I’ve chosen to have the
treatment at the end of the day so I can retreat home – I wouldn’t want
to be fronting up to the office or heading out on the town, despite
the claims of minimal downtime. I feel flushed – or is that vaguely
embarrassed? – well into the prime-time TV slot.
I’m told my skin is g oing to feel a bit like sandpaper for five days, and
that’s about right. A fine grade of sandpaper, to be fair, but it’s slightly
harder, darker and tender to touch – much like the after-effects of bad
sunburn. The skin on my neck takes it worst. It’s tender for nearly a week,
after which it starts to flake. Judicious moisturising and liberal application
of foundation almost hides it, but I’m grateful I’m not due to be a bride.
I’ve been given fair warning: one treatment just won’t cut it. Four is
recommended; two might be incrementally better than one. Depending on
the condition of my skin and how much time I spend in the sun, I’m told,
the results can last “for months”. After one treatment my skin feels softer
to touch and – I look hard and I’m determined to find it – a bit smoother
and more radiant, for at least a fortnight. I could g o back for more and
boost the result profile, but I’m not much into voluntary discomfort. For
the sting, the hassle and the cost, I want my sun spots g one too, and the
tiny capillaries on my cheeks. For that, I’m told, I need IPL (Intense Pulsed
Light) therapy – costlier, more invasive, more painful. So perhaps I’ll just
get a new attitude to ageing gracefully. S
Absolute Cosmetic Medicine (08) 9389 9099, absolutemakeover.com .au .
Before Clear & Brilliant.
After one month and six treatments.
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