What's a life worth?

More significantly, is my LIFE worth it? After all, plastic surgery IS surgery, with all the risks involved. It involves blood and needles and things that I prefer to stay away from, and it is non-essential. You don't HAVE to do it. Plus . . . my life doesn't depend on my face. My everyday life does not consist of smiling to a television camera, or making face-to-face presentations to clients, or showing up at society balls, or doing lunches in posh Milanese venues with well-preserved women of a certain age.