How My Mom Suckered Me Into Seeing a Fancy Beverly Hills Dermatologist
It was all she wanted for Christmas. I had to go.
To give you an idea of how this all went down, I'll leave you with a brief transcript from my phone call with mom:
Me: Hi, mom. I'm just leaving the dermatologist appointment.
Mom: Hi, honey. How'd it go?
Me: Well, she was very informative and said I had great skin.
Mom: Yes, she is right, you do have great skin!
Me: And she really urged the importance of sunscreen to keep my skin looking this way for a long time.
Mom: Yes, yes, exactly! She is exactly right.
Me: Really, she seemed to agree with you completely on staying out of the sun and always wearing sunscreen.
Mom: Yes, she is so right. So, so right.
Me: And then she suggested I get Restylane injections underneath my eyes.
Mom: What?! WHAT!? Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Me: Just a couple quick injections to diminish the appearance of my under eye circles.
Mom: Oh, no, no, no. So wrong. She is so wrong on that one. Injections!? WHAT?!
Me: It's OK mom, they're $900. I'm not getting any injections.
Mom: (Dramatic sigh of relief) Oh, thank God! For a second there I was thinking I just led you down the path of Botox.
Mom: Whatever! So you're not getting any injections?
Me: No, I'm cool with what I got.
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