If you can imagine my upper lip as Mount Everest (I would say my awful nose bore a stronger resemblence, but let's pass on that) then I have conquered it for the first time and planted my flag on the summit. Today Roz cleared the last of the thick dark hairs from the upper lip. Last of the current crop, that is: plenty more to do. It's like bagging one's first Monro. Just another 300-odd to climb. But a landmark occasion nevertheless. I thought you'd like to know.
I have to say, the pain was pretty excruciating in some places, especially in the middle of the lip. But I didn't wimper once, which makes a change! In any case, the pain was very local and soon faded. And it must be nothing to the discomfort some post-op people we know have experienced.