briskorca352
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joined Sep 2014
Hey everyone! 🙂
Well, here I am... I had my surgery on September 9th, and now I'm heading in to get my packing removed.
Regarding my experience—honestly, I didn't spend too much time digging through the internet or lurking on this forum because I knew I’d just end up overthinking everything, right? I figured I'd just feed my own anxiety and be more terrified than I actually was if I kept snooping around.
I know you all are worried and curious, which is totally normal, but honestly, when you want something as badly as I wanted this surgery, that desire just kind of overrides all that fear and everything else...
I had a septoplasty and rhinoplasty done at the hospital.
I won't drop names publicly, but feel free to shoot me a private message if you want to ask about the surgeon or anything like that.
So, basically, I had—to put it mildly—a bit of a bump on my nose. I hated it, and I had some seriously intense complexes because of it. In crowds, I was always trying to "hide" it somehow, and taking photos from a profile view was completely out of the question—I would have literally killed whoever tried to snap a picture of me from the side! 😁
But hey, if you haven't dealt with it, you won't understand, and even though most of my friends and acquaintances were saying stuff like, "Oh, it won't even look like you," or "I can't imagine you any other way," or "It looks great on you already"—well, the problem was mine and mine alone, and that was that.
I could hardly wait for surgery day! As for how the nose actually turned out? I have no idea, and honestly, I'm not ready to think about that just yet—you know, what's done is done. 🙂
On the day of the procedure—I was actually pretty fearless! They gave me a little blue pill, maybe half of one, that really calmed my nerves. Then I had some Brufen and an antibiotic. About 40 minutes later, the nurses arrived to wheel me into the OR. I laid my head down on those white rolls on the table, and the anesthesiologist goes, "Why are you so nervous?" (You can hear the heart monitor beeping in the background...) The next thing I remember from the anesthesiologist is, "5 ml of Dormicum..." And then, boom. Done.
I woke up in a room, sitting up in bed with two nurses helping me get my shirt on... I don't remember everything I said while waking up, obviously, and I did vomit once and got a Voltaren shot in the hip, but I don't even remember that part either! 😂
In the days following, my head hasn't hurt at all, but sleeping on ice packs was definitely annoying, and the worst part? All that mucus buildup and having to constantly spit. 🙂
However... oh boy, was I swollen. Like, abnormally swollen. On the second day after surgery, I literally couldn't see ANYTHING! Even the doctor commented on how sensitive I must be since I swelled up so much... I had bruises under my eyes and on my eyelids like someone had punched me right in the face! 😁
Everything is passing now, though. The bruises are changing colors—turning red, yellow, and green—and I've lost a looooot of weight/swelling, though I'm not quite back to normal yet. So, that's pretty much the gist of it. 🙂
Anyway, I'm off to get my packing removed now, so I'll check back in later! 😛