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I was scrolling through some rumors earlier and it got me thinking about how much the landscape of professional sports has shifted. It feels like every few seasons, we see these massive theoretical shakeups where teams try to force a perfect puzzle piece into place by stacking talent. It’s always the same pattern: grab a superstar, pair them with another star, and hope the chemistry just works itself out by magic.
Personally, I’m getting a bit tired of the "all-in" mentality. I remember watching teams a decade ago that actually built something through grit and slow development, and it felt more rewarding to watch. Now, it feels like if you aren't looking for a blockbuster move to shake up your roster, you're just wasting time. But then again, when you see a lineup that looks absolutely unstoppable on paper, it's hard not to get sucked into the hype.
Do you guys think these massive, star-heavy rosters actually hold up under pressure, or do they almost always fall apart once the season gets grindy?
This is such an awesome thread. Seriously, major props to all the pros out there taking time out of their busy schedules to actually answer our questions. Much appreciated.
I’m gonna post a spin on this because, honestly, I feel like absolute garbage. This nausea and vomiting after waking up from general anesthesia is absolutely killing me.
So, I’ve been scrolling through the first few pages here, and honestly? It looks like I definitely fit into that small group of people who are basically walking motion sickness machines. I’m a woman, I haven’t touched a cigarette in eight years, and I get nauseous almost every single time I'm in a car—unless, of course, I'm the one behind the wheel. Then I'm fine.
It wasn't always like this. I swear, when I was just a kid, I’d wake up after having my tonsils out without even blinking. But then, fast forward to when I was 24—I had my appendix removed and woke up feeling like I'd just taken a quick nap while watching some random TV schedule. It's wild how much things change.
Fifteen years later, and I just went through a total thyroidectomy—I was throwing up for twelve hours straight.🙄
Had a recent septorhinoplasty too—lasted maybe an hour or so, give or take. I was basically just sitting there between two rounds of getting my meds administered.
Even that "funny" little five-minute gynecological procedure—they told me it literally only takes that long, a quick polyp removal—ended up leaving me puking for like 6 or 7 hours straight.
Can this stuff actually develop as you get older? I'm wondering if there's a connection to the dosage, or maybe the ratio of body fat to muscle mass... or could it be an issue with a problematic liver?
Or maybe it’s just those opioid components in the cocktail? (Did I get that right?) Honestly, I’m the kind of person who reacts pretty badly to stuff like that. One time, I had this brutal headache—total sinus issues—and they gave me some Tramadol, and man, the nausea hit me immediately.
I mean, I don't really have enough experience to say for sure if it works without all that pressure, but honestly? I could just live with being a pukey person.
So, here’s how I’ve been handling things lately—any idea what might have shifted? And honestly, is there anything I could potentially tweak on my own to fix it? Maybe.
(I really hope this thing stops messing with me.)
Maria Wright54, what do you mean by "your nose collapsed"—was he working on cartilage or bone? (Sorry if you already covered this, I honestly don't have the energy to slog through all 450 pages)
That’s a tougher pill to swallow when people pay good money only to have both the function and the aesthetics totally trashed, and nobody cares.
Like, bad luck, sorry, but you signed the consent form, so just deal with it. :-*
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I really hope your revision fixes everything that went wrong and actually makes things better.:fige
I’ve also heard that an open technique yields better results, which makes sense to a layman like me, though I suspect it isn't strictly necessary for every procedure.
Sometimes it just comes down to judgment. My surgeon has been in the game for a long time, so he wanted to start with the simplest, least invasive approach possible.
Maybe he's just a true professional who puts my recovery first—but whatever, there's always a little cynic inside me whispering that he's just a pragmatic soldier in the healthcare system. He probably isn't *that* concerned about saving me from future scarring or a rougher recovery (which was his excuse against it); he probably just wants to spend less time in the OR so he can stick to his surgical schedule. 🙄
None of that changes my impression, though. Both the doctor and the whole staff were incredibly accommodating and cooperative. They aren't some soulless administrators treating people like they're on a factory assembly line.
Given the pressure the CDC (and hospital management in general) puts on them, I’d say they’re actually more patient-focused than cost-cutting focused.
Well, let's see how long they can keep that up...☕
Anyway—an hour, maybe even less than an hour—that was the surgeon's answer when I asked how long the procedure would take, and we were already in the OR.
A "classic" septorhinoplasty (bone work, maybe tip refinement...) usually takes at least two hours.
Quite the savings there.
Removing the bump, obviously, counts as aesthetic nasal work too.
I almost regret agreeing to it. Honestly, I would have happily kept my old nose if it meant I could actually breathe and had clear sinuses.
But I keep reading about these bone tissue reactions to trauma, so I'm praying mine doesn't end up with this same thickening. Even though nothing was technically broken, a couple of millimeters of bone definitely shifted.
He explained afterward that he "touched it very little to avoid overdoing it" because "we don't have such fine tools" (I practically begged him to avoid any "jumping around").
And he mentioned at least twice that if I'm not happy with the results, "we can go in for a more serious procedure in a year."
So, yeah, even he is counting on that possibility.
Yep.
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Maria Wright54 says:
they tie your hands during all these surgeries🙂 |
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Like, what? 🙂
Judging by how many pages this thread has (and everywhere else online), I have zero doubt that this topic was covered ages ago while the ignorant crowd was busy reading something else entirely. ☕
Something else is really getting on my nerves after the fact. I’ve had three major surgeries in my life, including this most recent one. An appendectomy back in the nineties, then my thyroid in 2009. After the thyroid surgery, I was throwing up for 12 hours straight. Twelve.
I honestly thought they were just going to run me over again this time, so I mentioned it to the anesthesiologist during the exam—then I just let things happen.
Of course—I had absolutely no clue you could actually get something to prevent that nasty nausea. I found out way too late.
Naturally, even after my septorhinoplasty, I ended up puking like someone fed me nuclear waste mixed with rotten shellfish. About 12 hours again. 🙂
I know better now, but I'm really hoping I won't need that info ever again.
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.