Children believe anything can be magically fixed with a hug, even a evil Queen
I have scars some have been the result of a terrible rare disease that nearly destroyed the right side of my face. I was only 11 years old when this disease without a name suddenly appeared. I was seen by so many top doctors and specialists in NYC and nobody could diagnose what was happening to me.
Running out of options my desperate parents were recommended to see one of most respected innovative Dermotologists name Norman Oreintriech . His client list included Elizabeth Taylor, Andy Wahol , Cary Grant and so many others.
Dr Oreintriech was intimadating when my mother took me to see him for a consultation when I was twelve. He took a look at my face and told my mom “I have never took on such a young patient, but, I am willing to try to fix the damage done to her face because even though she has terrible scars I can see how beautiful she was and will we be again.” Then he added “Honestly, if I saw no potential and if she was below average looking, I would tell you to not waste your money and your time and just take her home.” I still remember how those words changed my life and how it to be given “HOPE.”
Dr Norman Orientriech gave me my life back. He slowly filled up face with small monthly amounts of silicone every month. I waited for hours sometimes in his waiting room filled with well dressed very attractive NYC socialite types of women. When I finally saw the doctor he would take photos of my face and inject over 100 or so painful silicone injections into my right upper lip and lower cheek and chin area until the small vial containing the carefully measured monthly amount of silicone was empty.The whole routine took about 5 minutes. He would barely say anything to me or my mom except “See you next month.”
I teenage years were taken away from me socially. I still had tons of girlfriends who were “True Friends” and never left my side while I was disfiqured. They treated me exactly the same although there lives were all about going to parties and having boyfriends. I wasn’t jealous, I listened to their stories and was happy for them. If somebody in school made fun of me or called me things like “Scarface” and one of my many popular friends were present they would defend me and verbally attack these few immature mostly male bastards.
Over 100,000 dollars and over a 100 or so monthly trips to Dr. Norman Orientreich , my face was finally almost scar free. The scars I endured battleing this illness emotionally would still haunt me till this day.
I was 22 years old, engaged and well, okay quite beautiful the last time I saw Dr. Norman Orientriech. I was all grown up and Dr. Orientriech looked younger every time I saw him over the past 10 years. He was now developing skin care products for Nuetrogena and Clinique . That day we both decided that I didn’t need any more injections. His job was done and the promise he made my mom and me over 10 years prior came true.
Mr. Orientriech wished me well and hugged me tight and like always he was in a rush to see his next patient but I could see he had tears in his eyes.
That was over 30 years ago.
On this Father’s Day I want to dedicate this post to Dr. Orientriech a dedicated dermotologist who invented so many skin products and procedures years before other top doctors in his field. He is also a loving father. His son David and daughter Catherine are both Dermotologists have their practice in the same NYC office.
I saw David Orientriech a few weeks ago for some touch-up work on my face. He told me that his dad was now retired and 90 years old.
At the end of visit David Orientreich looked at me closely and said to me “I finally know who the girl in the photo still sitting on his father’s desk for so many years is!”
“It’s you!” The girl in the photo was me indeed. What a honor!
Happy Fathers Day Dr. Norman Orientriech ❤️
If not you may want to take a step back and take a long look in the mirror. Do you look happy and feel loved? If not you should re-evaluate your current relationship and ask yourself “Don’t I deserve to be respected and adored.?
The answer is “yes.”
Is your crown slipping???? If so maybe this relationship isn’t meant to be. If you are put down, insulted, controlled, sad, and cry more than you laugh ….. walk away now.
You don’t destroy people you love.
You need to be strong, very strong to beat your own personal “dragons” whatever or whoever they are.
Sometimes I just give up because I don’t believe my own fairytale has a happily ever after.
The last few months a very evil “dragon” has beaten me and my family down. Without my consent my husband moved my 78yr old mother in law into my house. She and I have never gotten along. The stress level has been so bad since the dragon moved in that three months after she invaded my home my husband had a sudden heart attack at 53 years old. I believe “karma” had something to do with this . I get chest pains everyday and worry I am next. “Somebody is gonna die if this “dragon” doesn’t leave.”I tell this to my husband everyday. He tells me then to leave because he is afraid of his mother the dragon.
After knowing my husband 25 years he picks the dragon over me.
I am angry , very very angry.
I have been battleing the dragon my heartless fire breathing bitch of a mother in law for now 8 months.
Friday night “You are killing me.” … no response . I say much louder “Get the fuck out of my house!!!!!!”
She and her 24 hour aid that also lives here look at me like I am crazy….
My husband tells his mom “She is off her meds.”
What meds ????? I may be depressed, but I am not psychotic . I want to scream but stay silent.
I creep upstairs to my new “bedroom” which used to be the living room. It is the only place I have any privacy. The dragon is confined to a wheelchair and can’t get up the stairs. I am alone but I feel safe.
My 18 year old daughter is horrified with the abuse I have been put through. She had been withdrawn because she desperately wants to help her mother. She also wants the dragon to leave. She yells at her father that he is destroying me and she can’t handle seeing me in such pain.
My sister called today and told me bluntly,”You have to leave your son of a bitch husband .” I laughed silently “My husband is a son of a dragon bitch.” Lol.
You have to find the strengh to get your life back. “You have your whole family behind you to help , you are not alone.”
I don’t care anymore about my husband or the dragon. They are monsters for what they have done to me.
I will unlock my own dungeon and escape this very scary “fairy tale.”
This won’t be easy and will take time but I will find my “happily ever after.” Without a sword I will beat the dragons.
These fire breathing dragons will be very angry when I leave my dream house that I loved and and brought up my two daughters in for the past ten years.
And that’s me in the photo above. I walked through the flames and exited my personal hell . I will never look back.