We went into the examination room. A woman was confortably sitting in a chair. I silently thought that she probably wanted a face lift or some such thing, even though she looked fine. This is plastic surgery after all.
How wrong I was. Ten yers ago she was in a car wreck, without a seat belt, and her face was smashed to pieces (the so-called pan-facial fracture). With some surgical wizardry, the plastic surgeon made everything look PERFECTLY NORMAL, at least to me. He still says that her maxilla is a little bit too big. Her only problem that day was that her nose itched a bit.
Damn. The thought that with your knife and skill you can make something look like it never happened. To give someone back their life, free of shame, free of self-consciousness and embarassment. Amazing.
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