Second Treatment pt. 2

9th June – legs stage two

Well it’s been eight weeks so you know what that means…time for my second treatment on my legs.

I was kinda nervous, since my second treatment part one gave me a reality check about how painful it can get. And it seemed as though I was right about this feeling.

So I go in, take off my pants* and hop onto the table.
As she got started the pain kicked in sooner than I expected. I just figured it was because it was the bony area of my leg, but when I realised the pain wasn’t going away I felt as though it wasn’t gunna be a good day.

I’m not gunna lie, the pain was quite excruciating. It felt never ending. I started to remember when I had my first leg treatment and how the woman told me just before me, a woman was screaming but I handled it really well.
I began to understand how that woman felt, but instead of screaming out load I thought I would just let myself have that front row seat viewing.

I always get paranoid if there is like a secret camera in the room and people can truly see my real expressions before I act all cool when the woman asks if I’m doing okay; I guess that what happens when you live in a society where Big Brother never seems to escape us.

I was in so much pain I actually wanted to stop for a break, but I figured the treatment will still have to go on until completion so I didn’t bother saying anything. And just my luck the woman gets a phone call asking if her colleague can use the room for a few minutes as there was a man whining about how he came all this way, out of his busy schedule to have treatment for his tattoo blah blah* and I couldn’t go into another room as the other machine doesn’t work on low setting, which was what I was on.

The woman apologised, but I was seriously okay about it. Fair enough she remembers this had happened to me before during my last treatment, but unlike many people I have patience and I wasn’t meeting my friend until late anyway. You may feel it looks as though I was a pushover but it wasn’t like that, your only a pushover when your don’t get your own way, and how I saw it, I was having the break I wanted from the pain and I didn’t even have to make a scene about not being able to handle it…bingo!

About 10 minutes later we got back in; it was easy to see where we left off, as the untreated area was the part that wasn’t red. And just think at the beginning the woman was actually considering about kicking the laser up a notch. I mentioned to her how it seems to hurt this time round, and she said it was a good job she didn’t turn up the pressure..dam right!

You could see all my hair follicles inflamed like before, but instead of looking all reptile like as it did with my hands, it was more like large red dots. The woman says this is a good sign so they may not even have to pump up the volume next time I come…woo hoo! Go my hair follicles.

Although this baring in mind, this didn’t stop the pain I was suffering, but I learned a good technique to ease me through it. I decide to go old school. Breathe in the nose and breathe out the mouth. I mean it, it works!* Every time I breathed in, the pain wasn’t there but soon as I breathed out the pain came back so I quickly breathed in again, so I just kept on doing it and the next thing I knew it was over.



* in a non sexy way.

* and they say were the moody gender

* yeah that’s right that is my secret and if anyone else takes credit for my discovery, I want
to see a pay check the next day!