• Melissa Baldrey Brown

Plasma Pen: Is It Worth It?

"I have never seen an expression go from admiration to disbelief then pity so quickly."

By Melissa Baldrey Brown | Contributor


About 12 years ago, I was sitting in my mum’s backyard after a family BBQ, just having a quiet cuppa and watching the fire in the chiminea when suddenly, a spark flew out of the flames. It floated like a miniature firefly into the air and drifted slowly towards me. It was beautiful. I watched, mesmerised, as it landed gently on the back of my hand and felt like a tiny kiss…for about half a second. Then it felt exactly like searing flesh, not to exaggerate but I am sure it was like the lye kiss in Fight Club. The pain to size ratio was ridiculous. It literally throbbed for about five days. I think of it often, but at least I had learned my lesson regarding the importance of keeping my skin unburnt.


Turns out, I had not.

The pain of that injury has now been surpassed 100-fold, this time in the name of vanity: the Plasma Pen. It is advertised by the Australian Laser & Skin Clinics as a ‘Non-invasive beauty treatment that can improve the appearance of a range of skin concerns, including wrinkles and lines, stretch marks.' They also claim that ‘There is minimal downtime, however, there can be small formations of scabs and slight swelling post-treatment.’ Wonderful, pain-free youthfulness awaits!


The clinic I attended reiterated this information: definite youthfulness and only a couple of seconds of slight discomfort, barely negligible if they used the numbing cream.


Wait. ‘If?!’


At over $3000 for an upper eye and neck lift, I was putting quite a few eggs into this basket. Unfortunately, at 45 and after some recent weight loss, my turkey neck was making me uncomfortable and at-risk of being offered a Senior’s discount on my coffee. My hand was forced (by my pride) and I booked on in.

Me, Pre-Plasma Pen. Image: Supplied.


At my consultation, they were extremely enthusiastic about my treatment, even congratulating me on my decision, which I found slightly odd. “Well done, you’re doing the right thing!” Jeepers, I get it, my face needs work, no need for a Mexican wave.


Once I paid my $100 deposit (whilst furiously reading their Zip Money and Afterpay policies), I was sternly advised that my ‘tissue paper skin’ needed to be in the best possible condition and that I needed to use two extremely expensive products for two weeks prior to treatment to get it there. In fact, it was a prerequisite for the treatment and, “Oh look, we sell them here.” How very convenient.


I convinced myself that if I am in for a penny then it is okay to put a pound in the basket (I was so distracted by the combined firmness of the staff’s skin that I was mixing metaphors). The lotions were actually lovely on the skin. One week in, and I started thinking that maybe I didn’t need this Plasma Pen business at all. Then I saw myself in the car rearview mirror in daylight and promptly confirmed my appointment.