Facelift Up, Up, and Away!

Exactly five weeks out.

I know you're tired of hearing about Fiorella's facelift, but it's a never-ending source of wonder to her.  She looks the same, but less tired, which translates into looking younger and more alert.

When Fio signed up for this venture, she knew it might go bad, that her face could end up looking like a Transylvanian patchwork quilt, that an ear might get inadvertently lopped off, that her whole face might slough off.  In fact, she'd heard a second-hand story of a garishly botched facelift from her hairdresser--the surgeon pulled the stitches too tight and the patient's skin died off around them.

Or that she might receive the wrong anesthesia or painkiller, or have a heart attack mid-procedure, or bleed out because too much coumadin was still in her bloodstream.  Or a homicidal nurse might decide Fio had lived too long.  Or terrorists attack the surgery center.

Now you know why Fio writes fiction--she needs an outlet for her all-too-vivid imagination.  Actually, all she's having to deal with is some residual swelling and minor numbness.