I dont' know what has taken me so long to get this done, but I've been a huge procrastinator. I was very nervous this time. I'm not sure why besides the fact that every time I've gone in (besides the sinus surgery, those are a breeze) has been worse than the previous times...little did I know.
Robert and I got up there at 11:00 with surgery at 1:00 (yeah right) so we went through everything uneventful. My mom showed up right before they wheeled me in and gave me an early birthday present of 2 p.j's (you will need to remember this later) the ENT came in and told me that he would be cutting the cartilage out of my nose and moving it over to get the instruments in and I would likely need to have more surgeries to reconstruct...ha thats just great isn't it? ...and I was wheeled in....nothing like having something like I'm disecting your face right before you go in when your already straped down huh?
The next thing I know I'm waking up and my tongue is beyond stuck to the roof of my mouth. It's stuck to my teeth which is stuck to my cheek which is stuck to my throat...you get the picture. For someone who's face was numb it sure did hurt like hell. I would try to tell the nurse my head was pounding but she couldn't understand me. I can't reach up and pull my tongue off what felt like my chin because I wasn't really with it enough to find my face, and of course you can't be wearing glasses so its a loose, loose situation. I can't feel anything above my neck but pain so I'm not going to be able to find my tongue.
Everytime I tried to tell her what was wrong she would pull the oxygen mask off until one time she lost her grab on it and smack right in the nose....Oh My Gawd that hurt. I know I made noise then a whincing moan. ....She changed to an open mask after that 
They let Robert back to sit with me the rest of the time in recovery..I don't remember him getting to do that before but maybe I just don't remember it clearly.
I was up in my room late late so Robert went home. I got up to go to the bathroom when out from under my beautiful fashion statement of a gauze pad straped around each ear, started pouring blood. I didn't notice until it hit my bottom lip. The nurse ran back to me and said get in bed! get in bed! Well alrighty then.
The next morning (mind you it was only like 7 hours later) the neuroa**of a surgeon came in and said "You can go home" Hell...-WHAT? Ok I'll be the first to let you know I don't want to be in the hospital but are you kidding me? Do you see my swollen face my squinty eyes can you hear my head pounding from over there????? You freak of nature!
The only other time I've been this miserable was when they fixed the leak in the first place.
Then in comes the ENT's assistant or something I forgot to catch his name, especially when he came in and yanked those rolled up log sized tubes of cotton out of my nose...Where did that stop? My big toe? How do you fit all that in there?!?
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