My Experience with Mesotherapy
In August 2005, I went to my hair colorist. Like most beauty salons in
Southern California, the place was milling with talk about the latest
beauty tips and aids. Among them that caught my interest like a
heat-seeking missile to a target was this "latest thing" --
mesotherapy. The aesthetician and the girls were just
raving about it-- how it shrunk and tightened and smoothed your skin.
I am not particularly bad looking, but I do have
this issue with my face. I have high cheekbones, which is a good thing,
but the bottom of my cheeks are hollow. If you can imagine, I had
shadows across my cheeks which distracted a lot from my appearance. And
I thought, "Well let me see about this mesotherapy." I asked for the
phone number and proceeded to make the appointment.
After talking with the aesthetician (she was a
physician assistant), we agreed that she would give me what they called
an "meso-lift" on the cheeks. I was given the numbing cream and in a
few minutes, she was injecting me with a cocktail of different
solutions which supposedly would shrink fat cells (danger zone, I
should have recognized!) and vitamins that would be good for my skin.
She told me that with mesotherapy, I should expect a good amount of
swelling and some bruising.
Good amount indeed! Overnight, my face swelled up
like a chipmunk's-- no, like a helium balloon. I could not recognize
me! I had a lot of bruising and swelling on the injection sites and ALL
OVER my face where it wasn't even treated.
Let me backtrack. When I made the mesotherapy
appointment, I has no intention of telling my husband. I was under the
impression that I could pull this off and explain the "slight" swelling
and bruising to a bad facial procedure. Well, so much for that! By
night time the swelling was bad enough that my husband refused to take
me out to dinner. He told me that I looked like a battered wife!
Lesson # 1: Never lie to your husband, in case something terrible
happens.
The following morning, the swelling was even worse.
It was so bad that I didn't want to go out. I placed a call to the
aesthetician. She told me that the swelling and bruising was normal
with mesotherapy and that I should be fine in two days.
So day two goes by, then day three. The swelling was
going down, but ever so slightly. I still looked like my face was stung
by a swarm of bees. Even the bruising was still bad enough that I
started to panic.
Day four.... this is bad, I started to think. I
should go to see her. So I made the long drive from Garden Grove, where
I live, to deep deep South of Orange County. I was a mess. I did not
want anyone inside the beauty salon to see my face, but that was not
possible. Of course, there just HAD to be no private entrance, so I was
forced to bear the humiliation.
The aesthetician told me that some people are prone
to more bruising and swelling. All I could do was wait for it to go
away.
I was a good two weeks to almost three weeks before
the swelling went down. But the discoloration, which I thought was
bruising, did not completely fade. I now have even dark, larger areas
of shadows across my cheeks-- worse than before I started the
mesotherapy. I felt devastated.
I went back to see her again. She took a good look
at my face and told me it was melasma. She said that mesotherapy does
not cause discoloration and that the melasma was more than likely due
to hormonal change. I, of course, did not believe her. Hello? I did not
have discoloration pre-mesotherapy! And now I have it? Logic would
dictate the discoloration was due to the mesotherapy. She again
reiterated that there is no known fact that mesotherapy causes this. I
left her office as a ruined, victimized woman, feeling angry,
depressed, and a part of me feeling guilty about my vanity that started
this whole thing. The thing that started as a quest for a little more
beauty, which had turned into a quest to fix a mistake. The quest to
look like me-- the way I did BEFORE mesotherapy.
Please click on link to read my experience as I tried to fix my
Mesotherapy blunder with Restylane