Jamie Ross7
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joined May 2014
Just thought I’d chime in with another experience from my time navigating the medical system here.
Not many of these stories floating around, it seems.
A little backstory first.
When I was five, I took a tumble and landed right on my face, which ended up warping my cartilage. It wasn't a huge deal aesthetically—just a tiny bump when looking at my profile and things were slightly crooked from the front. For the most part, I didn't really care.
The real headaches started hitting me in my twenties—serious migraines, sinus issues, and random sore throats out of nowhere.
My allergy tests came back negative.
Then things escalated in my thirties. The headaches got more frequent, and honestly, I spent so much money on meds I probably should have been an honorary shareholder at Pfizer or Merck.
I wanted to just get it fixed surgically, but my plans got totally derailed when my thyroid went haywire unexpectedly, leading to surgery for that, and then a second pregnancy...
Anyway, at 43, I finally got that rhinoseptoplasty behind me.
It’s been four weeks since the procedure. I wouldn't say I’m seeing a massive difference yet, but everyone says it’s too early to tell, so I won't go overboard with either the praise or the complaining regarding Dr. Kujundžić, who performed the surgery.
The guy seems like he really knows his stuff. He’s professional, friendly, actually listens, gives honest opinions, and is willing to negotiate.
During our very first consultation, he immediately recommended a septoplasty and turbinate reduction—which is the kind of work that doesn't change how your nose looks on the outside. Then there was this whole "broken telephone" situation; the nurse scheduling my appointment wrote down "rhinoplasty," so once I arrived at the hospital, I had to listen to him chewing her out about why the records didn't match his findings. 🙄
During the exam, he did ask if anything bothered me aesthetically. I told him—not really, the functionality is what's killing me.
But I did mention—since I'm going through all this hassle anyway, I’d love for him to straighten the bridge a bit, both from the front and the side.
Looking at my nose, he commented that fixing the septum should automatically straighten the front view. As for that little bump on my profile—he said it was so minor he could just "smooth it out" a bit, and he planned the whole thing to be minimally invasive without having to open the nose up completely.
Honestly, the guy seems like the type who wouldn't have blinked if I’d asked for a major cosmetic overhaul, but I preferred getting everything done without too much heavy-duty hammering and cutting. Mainly because once you mess with the bone structure and rebuild it, the nose stays permanently more sensitive to any future trauma.
I had the surgery on the second day after being admitted. Waking up from anesthesia wasn't a shocker; switching to mouth breathing was pretty much an instinctive move.
Now, I don't know about everywhere else, but here they strap you down to the operating table. Those leather restraints—the kind that would hold down a hysterical Nilotic horse—I swear they probably keep those in abundance over in the psych ward. 😁
They were just about to hook up my IV drip when we managed to squeeze in a quick chat. I told them, "Hey, it's nothing personal about the straps..." 😬 They just laughed and told me it's a standard precaution because a lot of patients, right when they're coming out of anesthesia, instinctively try to rip everything off their faces just to breathe better.
And apparently, it’s good practice to keep repeating "breathe through your mouth" ☕ (yeah, sure, that works) so I don't panic later.
I just told them, "Fine, just tie me down. I'll find a way to breathe if my survival instinct kicks in." :-DD
So, yeah, that turned out to be the smallest issue. Even the nasal packing wasn't that bad—though I was dealing with it from Tuesday through Saturday. The only real drag is that everything tastes like nothing (well, hospital food usually tastes like nothing anyway), and you have to think a little harder about breathing while you eat and drink, but you get used to it.
The absolute worst part, though? Sleeping. You can manage during the day, but at night it's tough because your mucous membranes dry out, and it feels absolutely gross.
Taking out the tampon didn't hurt at all, seriously, zero pain. It’s definitely not "pleasant"—how do you even describe it? It’s like someone trying to pull a fitted king-sized sheet out of its tiny storage bag—but it’s over super fast.
Pain? Nothing. Zip. Zero. Not right after the surgery, not later on. Yeah, your nose is more sensitive and tender if you touch it, but on its own? No pain at all.
Bruising—the first day there was a little bit under my eyes, then by the second day, I had massive bruising. I looked like a purple version of a panda, and my eyes were actually a little swollen too.
By the third day, things started fading. By day five, I could pretty much hide the bruises with concealer, but honestly, between the whole setup of gauze and tape covering half my face—which I had to wear for another seven days anyway—it felt like a pointless effort.
I basically went straight from the taxi into home quarantine until they take the clamps off.
The crew at the ENT department is great. All the nurses (at least the ones on the upper floor) are top-tier, the cleaning staff is awesome too, and nobody was being pushy or rude. Everyone was super friendly and easy to talk to.
After everything, I'll cautiously suggest that my nose currently looks way more "aggressive" than before—I wouldn't say it's perfectly flat from the front, and that little bump has turned into this weirdly prominent lump, kind of like the nose of a seasoned heavyweight boxer who's taken way too many hits in the ring.🙄But hey, I can be patient.
The worst part is that I still have these annoying sinus headaches, and my breathing hasn't really improved yet. My nose is running constantly, it gets stuffed up every night, and sometimes during the day too (even though it feels clearer when it isn't blocked).
Whatever, I'm going to wait a few months here before I declare this whole operation a total failure.
And no, I am definitely not listening to Jamie Ross7; I'd be terrified of catching whatever bad luck he's got.
Edit: I was originally scheduled for surgery about fifteen days after my exam, but then they pushed my date back by a month and a half. They claimed it was because they were running short on anesthesiologists.
But I see that the girl who became... what was it, Poison? ...had her first appointment only a few days after mine was postponed.
I don't know if it's just bad luck or a stroke of fortune, but either way, it doesn't hurt to keep it in mind for anyone else getting ready for surgery.