ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga

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tobagotwo

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I informed some of the people I am doing project work with that I would be out for a few days, beginning the 28th. One query back wished that everything would work out, and expressed regret that it wasn?t any of their business what was happening to me. (It?s very bad form to ask these questions at work.) So I responded (It?s apparently okay if you freely tell them) as to what I am going to do:

?Actually, I'm going to pay a man to do what so many have yearned to do for free all these years: he's going to break my nose.

?Hopefully, he'll put it back together in a better configuration. The likely cause is that during my son's early childhood, he did that thing where they sit in your lap and fling their heads back into your face. Apparently, he got in a pretty good shot, which rerouted my septum rather dramatically. My nose didn't look crooked, so I never went to the doctor. Now, almost twenty years later, I get to add this to my lexicon of Revolting Procedures That I Have Been Subjected To.

?Nothing particularly dangerous about it. There are the usual warnings about losing vision and brain damage. The only listed side-effect that struck me as concerning was, "unexpected changes to the external appearance of the nose." Does that mean I might have to push my nose out of the way to look at things with my right eye? Will I need "special" sunglasses? Will I be able to pick things up with it? Perhaps play the piano?

?All this remains to be learned.?
 
Best wishes, Bob. I hope it is a successful and not too painful procedure. You will have to send us pictures of the "new you"
 
Having had some experience with this type of surgery (I had a tumor blocking something up in there:eek: ), I will tell you that I considered it a pretty yucky procedure. I insisted upon staying awake, and other than smelling my blood vessels being cauterized, it wasn't too bad.
But the aftercare is gross.
You have my sympathy.
 
Ouch!

Best wishes to you for this procedure. You certainly have a good sense of humor about it! I do hope you don't have to move your nose out of the way to use your eye, though.
 
I was just felling sorry for you for having to get this done, until Mary's comment about the after-care - then I went yeeeeeeuck! I don't know for sure what she meant, but as I am of those people who swim with my head as far out the water as I can get it, and have considered those nose-clip things for showers at home, I can only imagine the indignities that will be visited upon your poor recovering nose! I just can't do nose inhaler things, or anything like that - as I said, yeeeeeughh!

In all seriousness, good luck with it, and let us know how it goes.
 
OUCH!!! Are you a candidate for plastic surgery instead? I have a few friends who have "needed" their deviated septums repaired and they came out of it with a whole new look... :rolleyes: Think, "Pick a nose, any nose...!"

Oops! Pick a nose?!?
 
BEFORE and AFTER Pictures sound like a MUST HAVE.

You can share them at your discretion.

Hope all goes well.

Were there any offers to 'assist' the surgeon? :)

Lucky You: "No 'Bridging' Needed"

Best wishes,

'AL Capshaw'
 
ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga II

ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga II

Well, that worked out real well. In December, I had an in-office jaw cat scan at the endodontist, and set up to have titanium implants (for holding teeth) put in on the left upper jaw while I'm still employed. They explained that they do what's called a "sinus lift," in which they graft some bone in the base of the sinus to hold the pin securely. He said that the procedure sometimes seems to have a side effect of making sinus problems go away for some people. The procedure described sounded stunningly and grotesquely painful, but I wanted to get it done anyway.

Comes January...go to the endodontist to have the "sinus lift" done to make way for some more implants. They balk and say there's "something" in the CAT scan. They also say that they were planning to do both sides, as the other side has a bridge that would someday fail. I had been planning to use the undone side to chew with for a while. They seem to feel that I should remember these two things from the talk in December. I agree that I certainly would have remembered them, if we had discussed them in December. They send me to the ENT.

Go to the ENT to have the sinus checked out. He feels my throat, which I am thinking (hoping) is very far from my sinuses. Then he asks if anyone had ever mentioned a lump on my thryoid.

He asks me to swallow once more, so he could feel it again. I couldn't. My mouth had gone completely dry as soon as he made his comment. I get some water and swallow for him, about four times more. Finally he's satisfied that it's just the shape of my larynx. I’m spent from waves of sudden, violent, and fortunately unnecessary concern.

After this, he seems to feel I have been softened up enough to proceed to the next level.


To be continued...
 
ALCapshaw2 said:
BEFORE and AFTER Pictures sound like a MUST HAVE.

You can share them at your discretion.

Hope all goes well.

Were there any offers to 'assist' the surgeon? :)

Lucky You: "No 'Bridging' Needed"

Best wishes,

'AL Capshaw'
ABSOLUTELY!!!! I wanna see tobagotwo with black eyes. :D
 
Ouchhhhhhhhh

Ouchhhhhhhhh

Been there done that,like mary says after proceedures not pleasant so to speak!!!!!!!!!
Let us nose how it goes
 
ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga III

ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga III

He starts to tell me about my nose. The picture, he says, shows that I have a cyst in my left sinus. The sinus apparently had decided some time in the past to sever its connections with the other, bothersome parts of my face. My last sneeze, stymied for an exit, resigned itself to chill out in the form of a cyst in eternal disappointment.

The ENT retrieves a device with a very small wire-like end that he can aim in different, interesting directions. This comes from a drawer filled with mechanical incarnations of surgicalware from a wayward Stephen King nightmare. Forget Sweeney Todd?s razors. Forget those playthings that the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors flashed gleefully in the floodlights. These implements are stainless steel bent to purposes that defy the human imagination. All the other choices considered, the one he decides on doesn?t look all that bad. There are much worse toys left in that dark cache.

Then, without so much as offering to buy me dinner, he inserts it and starts manipulating it in the dim, nether regions of my left nostril. Do you remember, as a child, having been tickled to the point where it becomes painful? Something similar happens in your nose with your sneeze reflex, when an intruder starts rambling about in there, where only a surreptitious finger belongs. Everything in your face suddenly produces moisture: eyes tear, nose runs, and even your ears leak.

?I know exactly what the inside of your nose looks like now.? A cherished dream of mine, I?m thinking. He wouldn?t - Oh, yes he would. He launches into an explanation of the inner topography. ?The right side goes straight back, then makes an abrupt turn. Such a sharp turn, that originally I thought it didn?t actually go all the way through. Now I see that it does.?

?The left nasal passage goes partway back, doing a slow turn toward the sinus, eventually crashing into it, blocking the sinus completely. It?s surprising you can get any air through it, but you do.?


Best wishes,
 
I, for one, am looking forward to the next installment of your Tale of Two Sniffies...
 
ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga IV

ENT: The Nose Out Of Joint Saga IV

The next step is the CAT scan, to let him map out his strategy. This is a three-step process. I make an appointment and go to the lab. The receptionist doesn’t want to take my name and waves me to sit down. A half hour later, she finally lets me sign in. Over the next hour, I become acquainted with all of their inexpensive and banal wall art, having already memorized the contents of the continually looping tape on the TV monitor. A cheery young woman’s voice on the tape explains in grueling detail the many uncomfortable and humiliating aspects of the wonderful tests available at this site.

As it goes on to two hours after my appointed time, I step to the receptionist and request an explanation in a reasonable tone. She whispers something to the woman behind her. The woman disappears. Shortly after, a different woman appears form a door in back. “Didn’t they call you? The machine’s been out all day.”

They had my work and home numbers. As it was a workday, naturally they had called my home number to leave the message. “Just a question,” I venture. “Where are you normally at 10:00 on a Tuesday morning?” “Well, I’m at work, of course.” “Me, too,” I offer. That was step one.

Step two was when I arrived at the second appointment without the prescription for the scan. The ENT office faxed it for me (bless them). Step three was finally getting the scan, which took only a few minutes, after all those preliminaries.

I am given giant film prints of the scan. Apparently, this is of sufficient interest to the world that a few 8x10s won’t do. The prints are much larger than my head. Larger than my upper torso, in fact. I am told they must go with me to the ENT, and they must never be left in the car, as they will stick to each other and self-destruct.

I bring them to the ENT. They don’t want them. I am told that I must schlep them with me to every appointment and to the surgery itself. Again, I am warned that they must not be left in the car. The ENT barely glances at them. “I know what’s in them. Make sure you bring them the day of the surgery”

He discusses the surgery with me, I agree to it. It’s scheduled in two weeks at an outpatient surgical center nearby.

I will need to see him again for a final meeting before the actual surgery, where he will go over the details. Two weeks. There is some time to review what is going to happen. No need to overthink this, though. We all know the waiting is the bad part. The surgery gets put off a week (his fault), then another (my fault). So much for getting it over with quickly. I try not to act too eager, but somehow show up a week early for the pre-surgical consultation, carrying my enormous envelope of CAT scan prints. He takes me in anyway. He doesn’t need to look at the prints. He remembers my hyperdeviated septum with relish.
 

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