The Skin911 Consolacion Series: Microneedling.

A little backgrounder: Skin911 is one of the leading facial and slimming centers in the country offering affordable non-invasive cosmetic procedures such as laser hair removal, facials, whitening injectables, slimming treatments and so much more. 

These services, which are widely marketed as beauty treatments for the stars, the rich and famous and the affluent, are made accessible by the Skin911 franchise to people like you and me. We read about these in magazines and browse thru instagram posts but our budgets have no margins for facials that cost 2k per session. #truestory

With Skin911, these flights of fancy are aspirations no more. Self-love achieved. Within our budget. 😉

You’d think that after almost 10 months in operation for Skin911 Consolacion, I would have tried all our clinics services. But no no no, opening the clinic while 7 months pregnant, breastfeeding, maternity leave, going back to work, eldest son starting grade school, the prophesized 7-year-itch marriage drama; life has been one big, hectic, chaotic beautiful mess. And in recent weeks, I have come to realize that in the process of trying to juggle and keeping it all together for everything and everyone else, I have lost all sense of ME.

So here I am, in an act of resolution slash desperation to love myself a little bit more, starting my Skin911 Consolacion Blog Series.

Procedure: Dermapen or Microneedling. 

Microneedling is a dermaroller procedure that uses small needles to prick the skin. The purpose of treatment is to generate new collagen and skin tissue for smoother, firmer, more toned skin. Microneedling is mostly used on the face and may treat various scars, wrinkles, and large pores.

I have always had bad oily acne-prone skin. I have tried a lot of treatments, facials, ointments, creams, oral medication, you name it I’ve probably tried it. Microneedling or microdermabrasion is a non invasive procedure designed to rejuvenate collagen production aiming to give you younger, fresher, more refined looking skin.

First, the aesthetician gives a simple facial to clear your skin and applies a coat of anesthesia and leaves it on for 30 minutes. After this, a dermapen is used to mildly penetrate your skin. A dermapen is made up of tiny, sterile needles. This usually takes around 15-20 minutes and is absolutely pain-free, thanks to the topical anesthesia applied earlier. Post procedure, an ointment is applied and your skin will typically show signs of redness.

The second session has yielded far more visible results than the first. 24 hours post treatment, the skin on my cheeks have started to peel off and my acne spots have dried up. As advised by our trusted aestheticians, no make up, minimal sun and dust exposure in the next 72 hours after treatment.

Crossing my fingers for more positive results from my Microneedling treatments.

Skin911 Consolacion October promo for Microneedling 4+1 sessions for only Php5,000. For inquiries and appointments, send me a message or call us at (032) 423 4536.

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The Beautiful Miracle That Is Pregnancy.

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The beautiful miracle that is pregnancy. This tiny miracle mutant in your body begins to dictate every single aspect of your life from the way you sleep, to the way you eat, how you function at work, why you cry when you watch Revenge Body with Khloe Kardashian. Mothers do not own their bodies for nine whole months. For you to willingly accept a tenant in your own body who manipulates and controls every aspect of your being for a long period of time, that, that my dear friends, is True Love.

Did you know that your body can do a multitude of tasks at any given second? Yessss. Men have no idea about the maximum capacity of bodily functions because they never get pregnant. Yessss. You have not truly lived until you become a mother. Say for example, the mundane task of sneezing. Did you know that you can sneeze AND burp at the same time? Ha. Bet you didn’t know that. Bet you also didn’t know that brushing your teeth, regurgitation and peeing could happen at the same exact time too. Ha. You know nothing and your life experiences pale in comparison to the beautiful miracle that is pregnancy.

It’s awesome being pregnant. I also didn’t know you can produce so much saliva you start to think you can hydrate yourself without drinking any liquid. Bet you also didn’t know the super power of your olfactory nerves. You can actually smell what your neighbor three doors down is cooking for dinner, or what exact liquor your husband drank 18 hours ago. Ha. Bet you didn’t know that. Also, pregnancy is a contradiction of sorts, you don’t like the smell of cooking oil but you want stuff yourself senseless with fried spam, fried hotdog, fried pork, fried chicken. You become completely bipolar and you know it but you can’t really do anything about it. The things we find out during the beautiful miracle that is pregnancy.

It’s great being pregnant. Once the morning sickness goes away, the indigestion and the constipation takes over. Have you tried belching and barfing in supremely high decibels it would put the exorcism sound effects of Linda Blair and Emily Rose to shame? I didn’t know my vocal chords could do that. Seriously. The things we discover during the beautiful miracle that is pregnancy.

It’s lovely being pregnant. I go to work and when I come home at night, and ask the sperm donor husband if he bought me fuji apples and Chowking chicharap and he says, “I’ve had a long day. I forgot about it, I’m sorry. I’m tired.” And my head snaps and faster than you can say sperminator, the pregnant lady can start a verbal and physical assault of nuclear proportions, husband will want to go back to his mother’s womb and come out as a girl instead. Tip to Fathers: You are not growing an arm or a foot or building someone’s brain and liver, therefore, never, ever say you are busy, all the more, never ever say you are tired. And never ever forget the fuji apples and Chowking chicharap. Just breathe. And follow instructions. It’s only for nine months. This beautiful miracle that is pregnancy.

I heard somewhere that the second pregnancy is easier than the first. Ha. My first pregnancy was easy breezy compared to this! I ate like a vacuum and drank like a pirate. Zero physical drama.

My husband and I have fervently prayed, and fervently tried, haha, to give my son a brother or a sister for four years. After several unsuccessful attempts, false positives and mini heartbreaks, we prayed that if we were meant to have a bigger family, we will leave it all up to God. And by some divine intervention, here we are, despite and inspite of the high velocity barfing, zero control over bodily functions and mental and emotional instability, we are “enjoying” and above all, just GRATEFUL for the beautiful miracle that is this pregnancy.

 

 

A Daughter’s Wish.

i sit at the foot of my father’s hospital bed, watching in utter helplessness as he twists and turns in a restless sleep. every once in a while, he coughs, groans and mumbles, and with every move and sound he makes, my chest tightens. i am pained knowing i can’t do anything about it. if only it was me, not him, who was diagnosed with leukemia… if only it was me lying in that hospital bed… if only i could take away his pain… i have a lot of if-onlys in my life. i am practically drowning in a tormented sea of if-onlys. yet sometimes, all we can do is wish… and pray.

faith – – – this is what keeps me sane nowadays. just because i don’t go to church as often as i ought to does not mean i do not believe in God. faith is the only thing i could cling on to in times like this. it’s not tangible but having a firm grasp on my beliefs keeps my sanity in check.

there are days when i just want to scream my head off in complete frustration. there are nights when a choking sense of panic keeps me awake. sometimes, when i lie in bed, drifting between sleep and consciousness, an emotion so powerful suddenly seizes me and all i want to do is rip my hair off my scalp. helplessness is the one feeling i simply cannot tolerate.

but what can a daughter do?

wave my magic wand? click my heels three times and wish to live happily ever after? douse the cancer that is running thorugh my father’s bloodstream with a bucket of water?

what can you do to repay a man who has done so much for you? for the person who has sacrificed his own dreams and ambitions just so you could fulfill yours?

i sit and ponder… if only i knew the numbers to the winning lottery ticket, if only i could afford to send my father to the best doctors in the world to give him the best medication possible, if only i knew the cure… and once again, my musings become peppered with if-onlys.

no matter how much i try to detach myself from my current reality, my escapist world comes crashing down everytime i hear my dad’s hoarse cough. my mom’s jolted-awake-in-the-middle-of-the-night haggard look is a far cry from her highly stylizd office appearance. your world could turn 360 degrees in a blink of an eye.

i have always been the overdramatic daughter. the subdued serious-looking one compared to my vocal and boisterous sister. my lachrymal glands would overproduce tears with conjured thoughts of soap opera-like scenarios that i would end up wishing i could whip myself with a spiked leash. it’s scary living in this crazy, psychotic, mental world of mine.

never in my life had i imagined that hospitals would become our second home. i have become so acquainted with the leather couch that i know every intimate crack and tear in the upholstery. i realized that we had been in the hospital for quite some time already when doctors asked for the newspaper page containing the crossword puzzles and when the nurses would come and stay for a while to watch tv with us. as they say, it’s not the house that makes a home.

slapped with a situation like the one we have gone through, i’ve had a lot of introspective moments. most of my friends talk about buffoon boyfriends, contraceptives, weekend parties they have to attend, places they have to visit and shoes they have to buy. i envy them. but then again, i would forego all that in exchange for my family’s happiness. if i have to sacrifice my life for my parent’s sake then, without a doubt, i most certainly will. afterall, who am i without them?

june 20 is father’s day. funny. but the words ‘father’s day’ and even ‘mother’s day’ have now taken a whole new meaning. i don’t celebrate these only once a year. i thank God every single day for every single person in my life.

would it take to hear your father’s pained cries or see your mother’s silent tears for you to realize their worth?

( Cebu Daily News, June 20, 2004 )