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Epilation vs Home Waxing

Posted on 14th October 2012 in hair removal

A few months ago I bought an epilator and wrote a post about how I got on with it…click here to read.

Although it’s fair to say that the pain did lessen each time it was still very painful, but worse than the pain at the time was the amount of pain afterwards; I found that my underarms were sore for up to a week after each session.

It came to the point where it needed doing ago and I found that I put it off, then put it off some more until it got to the point that my legs were hairier that my OH’s and I realised something had to be done.

So, while in town I popped into a couple of places to see if I could get waxed. It seems you have to plan these things in advance as everywhere I tried was fully booked – and it was blinking expensive too.

OH suggested I try home waxing strips, at £8-10 a box this was a much cheaper option but I was pretty sure it either wouldn’t work or would hurt like hell.

However, as I really didn’t fancy epilating again I decided to give it a go.

I was very nervous, absolutely convinced that it would rip half my leg off, but it was fine :)

There was a brief pain while the strip was whipped off but it was quite bearable and there was no pain after!

It was easy to do and the strips smelt lovely too. Even though I found it easy to do myself, my OH offered to help and with him doing it was much simpler and quicker and before we knew it my legs were done.

The pain of epilating my underarms had been borderline horrific so I was pretty tense about waxing them but told OH to carry on regardless and was pleasantly surprised to find that again the pain was really not too bad and only lasted for a few seconds.

I don’t think I’d have managed to do my underarms myself so I would definitely suggest that you have a friend or partner help you at least for the first time but overall I can’t recommend it highly enough.

There is a little sachet wipe thing included in the pack that removes any excess wax from your skin and that has left my legs and arms feeling lovely. I showered afterwards and then applied deodorant without any stinging what so ever.

I am a complete convert, so much so that I am sticking my epilator on to ebay tonight as I have no intention of ever using it again!

Epilation. Or. Do not underestimate the pain!

Posted on 13th June 2012 in review

In preparation for a recent holiday (during which not only did it rain continually, but also the pool was empty….) I foolishly and unnecessarily decided that I would need satin-smooth legs for the array of bathing suits, skirts and three-quarter lengths that I would be casually wearing (they never even made it out of the suitcase).

My plan was to get waxed, sadly however I underestimated how far in advance I would need to have booked in order to secure a waxing appointment so I decided instead to dig a tube of hair removal cream out of ‘the drawer’. The tube of cream was found to be out of date and unsuitable for underarms so in desperation I looked online for epilator reviews.

I fully blame @2starsandaswirl for encouraging me to buy an epilator because she reviewed one on her blog and as I am easily led I skipped off to the shops to buy one for myself.

My only previous experience of epilation was many many years ago when my cousin got one for Christmas. I vaguely remember touching it to my leg for a nano second and then hurling it back at her and saying she was insane. However, I figured that technology had advanced somewhat since that time and bought my nice shiny box and took it home.

This is the epilator and all its bits and pieces:


As you can see it comes with a pouch, various heads, cleaning brush and a lead. The only essential thing that it doesn’t come with is an adapter plug, most people have one somewhere in the house if they look hard enough, but I don’t think they are very expensive to buy either.

So, in a fit of stupid naivety, I proceeded to epilate my right leg. I was psyched up and fully ‘in the zone’ ready to ignore the pain. I knew there would be pain because every single review that I’d read mentioned that it hurt – even the actual product descriptions tend to say fluffy things like ‘pain is normal’.

The cons (ie welcome to a whole new world of pain)

As I touched the epilator to my leg it became apparent that pain wasn’t quite a big enough word. Do not, I repeat, do not underestimate the pain! I had tried plucking out a few hairs with tweezers in order to prepare myself for the main event and felt reassured as it barely even stung. Using an epilator however, does sting. A lot. OMFG does it hurt!

With my OH hovering nervously in the background I stoically carried on, the pain just grew and grew. It took quite a while to do that first leg because I kept stopping and starting, taking deep breaths, swearing like a docker and then carrying on.

I didn’t feel ready yet to tackle leg number two so for some bizarre reason I instead decided to do an underarm. Now I’m not a religious lady but sweet Mary Mother of Jesus did that hurt! I kid you not after literally two touches my underarm was bleeding in one place and bruised immediately in another! My OH tried to offer encouraging words at this point but after I suggested that I epilate his f****** **** he withdrew to a safer distance and muttered that I was doing ‘really well’.

Small confession at this point. Being too lazy to read instruction booklets does one no favours – before switching to underarms you are meant to change the head on the epilator to one that is softer and kinder to more delicate skin. It’s my own stupid fault that I didn’t do this!

Believe it or not, I did, with gritted teeth much swearing and tears in my eyes, complete the task. I then took some painkillers.

The pros

Immediately afterwards there was some redness, but not as much as I’ve previously had from waxing and the pain wears off gradually.

The next day the redness and pain had both gone.

My legs stayed hair free for around a week.

Once hair started growing back I noticed two things: 1) there was less of it and 2) it was finer.

My underarms (once recovered…) have never, ever been so smooth!

I’ve just epilated legs and underarms again (using correct attachments!) it was much quicker as there was less hair and, apart from a few hairs that are thick and strong enough to build furniture with, it was much finer and easy to remove.

The pain on the second time was reduced by around 70% and I understand that it gets less and less painful every time.

In my opinion – it’s well worth it as the results are amazing :)




I Had My Wisdom Teeth Removed

Posted on 31st August 2011 in dentists/ dry socket/ morphine/ phobia/ tooth extraction/ wisdom teeth

As the imaginative title suggests, last Thursday (25.8.2011) under general anesthetic at Colchester General Hospital I had my wisdom teeth removed.

Had to be at the General because I can’t have local anesthetic (the injections they normally do to numb your mouth) because the nerve on the left side of my face has been damaged by previous injections.

I’ve been having pain and infections caused by my wisdom teeth for years so it was a relief to know that all that would stop. However I also have a serious phobia of dentists – which I dealt with by telling myself that it was a medical problem and not a dental one!

I didn’t sleep at all well for the days leading up to the operation so I took a trip to Boots and explained to a lady who filled my head with horror stories of dentists and tooth extractions gone wrong and sold me nytol, ibruprofen & codiene and paracetamol. Maybe she was offering me a way out?

Before I knew it the day arrived and at 8am I arrived at the hospital with my boyfriend. There were 4 other people in to have the same operation which cheered me a little, although I knew mine would be slightly different as everyone else would be having the local anesthetic as well as a general as it helps with pain control.

It was a long day, I can’t remember what time I went down but I think it was 2 or 3pm. I was starving! The anesthatist was lovely and very reassuring, although somewhat frustrated by the knots which my boyfriend had tied in my hospital gown (so tight he thought he was going to have to cut them off!). He had even heard of the magazine I make which was nice and he kept the chit chat very calm and natural as I drifted off to sleep…

Next thing I knew I was awake and unable to open my eyes due to the bright light. I have photophobia (which isn’t a phobia so it has a stupid name!) and I lay there desperately trying to communicate that telepathically to the nurse.

I was aware that I was crying, aware of pain, dizziness and fear. I could hear that I wasn’t breathing properly but couldn’t remember how to correct it. The nurse beside me asked if I was ok. I thought I spoke but only a mumble came out. “You’ve had morphine” she said “you can’t have anymore.” I felt tears as they ran down the side of my head and listened to my erratic breathing – memories of the first aid course that I’d taken 2 days before came back to me ‘check that they are breathing effectively’ I wasn’t.

Another nurse took my left arm and started checking blood pressure etc. “You need some oxygen love” she said “I’m going to put this on you now it will give oxygen via your nose”. I tried to say thank you but again there was just a murmer. “Is she is pain?” she asked the other nurse “She hasn’t had any local anesthetic she must be in pain”. I heard rustling to the right of me and guessed she was reading my file “Well she’s had a section so I don’t see why she can’t cope with this.” said the first nurse.

I would like to say at this point to that nurse that a) you are in the wrong job and b) no matter how unresponsive someone is do bear in mind that they can probably hear you!

I can’t remember the rest of the exchange but soon after that the nurse said she was going to give me some more morphine and I felt it sting it’s way up my arm. The pain didn’t ease. “You had 10mil in theatre, I can only give you 2 more” she said.

Next thing I remember is being pushed along the corridor and again wishing someone would turn off the lights. I heard my boyfriend’s voice and relief flooded through me, I knew he’d make it all alright. Time passed in a whirl of blood pressure pumps, pain, dizziness and bright light.

A nurse kept asking if I was in pain, I heard her tell my boyfriend that I’d had 20mil of morphine. I remember thinking that would explain why I’m so zonked! She kept asking me if I wanted to get up and go to the toilet. Getting up seemed about as unlikely as anything I could imagine. My eyes flickered open at one point and I saw the girl who had been in the bed next to me walking around – wow I was so jealous.

Everyone else had been discharged, the nurses checked more and more frequently. “We’re going to have to admit her” one said to my boyfriend. “No” I said. “But you have to get up and go to the toilet” she said “Can you do that?” I tried to sit up, the room span and I slumped back into the bed. I murmured that I had to go home because of my children.

About 6 hours after the op the pain kicked in again, yet the dizziness and sickness were almost stronger than the pain and were utterly all consuming. I couldn’t even change position without waves of nausea crashing over me. I vaguely remember being given more pain relief paracetamol and dihydrocodeine I think along with an anti emetic.

Shortly after I was wheeled to a private room in a different ward. The porter was lovely, had a really nice manner and totally understood how I was feeling. Needless to say the motion of moving made me sick.  In the room almost admitted defeat, I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk to the car so the idea of going home seemed impossible. I said again to the nurse that I wanted to go home – she said again that I had to go to the toilet first. A bit later I sat up determined to get to the bathroom, and was promptly sick. A few attempts and another anti emetic later I made it, with a little assistance, to the bathroom! I felt exhausted when I got back to the bed but sent boyfriend off to tell the nurse.

If I say so myself, when the nurse came back I gave an oscar winning performance of being well enough to go home and the nurse went off to find discharge papers while my boyfriend went off to find a wheel chair. The mantra going round and round in my head was ‘just get home, just get home’.

The nurse came back and talked through the discharge papers, explained the huge bag of painkillers said again it might be best if I stayed in. The dizziness and nausea were filling my every thought as I tried to keep my eyes open and sit up while he talked. Eventually he left and my boyfriend helped me into the wheel chair. A massive wave a nausea hit me and I was sick – all over him and my bag!

The nurse re-appeared. He said that I shouldn’t go home. “I’m going home” I pleaded. My boyfriend negotiated with the nurse and an hour or so later we left. The journey to the car and then home was tough going but I wasn’t sick again until I was half way up the stairs at home!

Drugs prescribed were Diclofenac 3 x a day, Metronidazole 3 x a day, Co-codamol 30/500 3 x a day.

Now – it’s 6 days later. The first few days were hard going, lots of pain, sickness and generally being feeble! Now the swelling is almost gone and I just have 1 yellowing bruise left. Oddly (I think so anyway) the stitches go down the side of my gums and up into my cheeks, I wasn’t expecting that! So far I have been eating only soft food: creme caramel, porridge, mashed potato, mashed carrot & swede and rich tea biscuits dipped in tea. But today I have just eaten some nutella on toast. I’m paying the price now as the pain is going up and up and up but by god it was nice.

I owe a huge thank you to my boyfriend for all his support and care. He was amazing through the whole thing, so sensitive, caring, kind, thoughtful and intuitive – I don’t think I’ve ever felt so looked after.



Fri 2nd Sept – Getting increasing pain on right hand side so went to NHS walk in centre (went there rather than dentists as that is what the hospital said to do….) to be told several times that ‘we are not dentists’ however the nurse practitioner did take a look and said it all looked fine. She said to take more pain killers.

Tue 6th Sept – Pain is horrendous on right side now, from half way along bottom jaw right up to cheek and eye. It is constantly throbbing – very painful. Went to dentist who says it is ‘dry socket’. He has packed it out with a clove infused dressing which he says will just dissolve. I don’t feel very reassured. Fingers crossed!  

Thur 8th Sept – Pain so much worse now, and I can’t fully open my mouth (keep jokes to yourselves…) so reluctantly went back to the dentist. He has now prescribed more Metronizadole and basically said if it gets any worse, or isn’t better in 2/3 days, don’t come back here! He said he didn’t do it and it should be the consultant who did it that sorts it out. Which is nice. Not.   








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