Ouch! Laser resurfacing!

Desperate to get rid of my wrinkles, minimize my pores and eliminate years of discolored sun spots, I bought myself a laser resurfacing treatment for my birthday. That was seven days ago.

I'm beyond the color red. A f**king tomato would be an understatement. It looks like someone fired a blow torch on my face. I'm applying Aquaphor like it's my job but face it, I look like a bad burn victim.

Although the treatment promises to make my skin smoother, tighter, more even in tone, texture, and color, I'm thinking that I might be the one case that doesn't get the right results. It doesn't do me any good to have second thoughts now but :

Should I have bought the Nancy Gonzalez bag instead?

When am I going to crust? When am I going to peel? The Doctor told me it's right around the corner. I sure hope that he's right. He warned me that my face could be red for up to two months but truthfully, all I heard was NO MORE WRINKLES.