I am pacing around and around my hospital room. Today is the day the plastic surgeon is going to remove the bandages from my face revealing to me for the first time the results of the plastic surgery to remove my horrible scar. I was surprised at how heavily my face was bandaged after the surgery ten days ago and I hope that is not an indication of how extensive my scars will be. I know my face will look better, but will it look normal? The doctor has assured me that he can fix anything I’m not happy with, but I am so scared. A light knock sounds at the hospital room door and the plastic surgeon strides into the room smiling and says, “Jasmine, are you ready to see the results?” Visibly shaking I reply, “I think so. I am so nervous!” Laughing he says, “That’s understandable, but I promise, you are going to like what you see.” I sit down on the side of the bed and he slowly removes the heavy bandages and carefully checks the surgical site for any signs of infection. Obviously pleased with his work, he smiles and says, “All right, Beautiful, go check out the results.
