So I went under the knife on October 29 at 6:45am. I’ve never had surgery before so I was freaking out a bit. The doc briefed me, I changed unto the patient gown, and the nurses took me to the operating room. They strapped me onto the table and then the anesthesiologist put the IV in me. They started engaging me in idle conversation, probably to calm me down. Then I woke up. Seriously, I don’t remember passing out. The last thing I remember was talking to the nurses. They had told me that the anesthesia causes short term amnesia. I was in a dimly lit room sitting on a chair, my back at a 45 degree angle. Waking up was a bitch. You know that feeling when you wake up in the morning but you’re so tired you want to fall back asleep? Take that feeling and multiply it by 1000. I was floating in an out of consciousness for I don’t know how long. When I finally woke for good, I did a quick mental body check. I felt like shit. I was extremely weak (probably from all the blood I lost), my face was numb, my nose was plugged up, I had cotton mouth, and my lungs were hurting whenever I took a deep breath (probably from the breathing tube). The nurse came in and gave me some ice chips and changed the gauze on my nose.

At that point began the most miserable week of my life. The doctor had told me post-surgery that the inside of my nose was really bad. This type of surgery lasts two hours. It took him four. The inside of my septum was a mix between a bad spider web and a rough zig-zag of cartilage that had hardened over the past 10 years. The doctor had to pretty much rework the entire septum. This was probably why my face had swollen up so bad that I couldn’t even open my eyes. Rocky Balboa looked like a Top Model compared to me. The week was hell. I couldn’t sleep, I could barely eat since I could barely open my mouth. My nose was a faucet of blood. The pills weren’t doing much, except for the steroid which was making me emotional. Every hour I would pray for euthanasia or suicide. That’s how miserable. For a good week I couldn’t open my eyes. After a week I could slowly open them just a bit but everything was blurry.

Now, two weeks later I’m feeling much better. I can walk around, I have my energy and appetite back. Most of the swelling is gone, but there is still a small amount on my nose and around my eyes. My face is about 90% back to normal. Like I said, there’s still some minor swelling, and I have bruises under my eyes as well as yellow-green rings around my eyes (a sign that swelling is going down). I’m not feeling any pain except when I touch my nose. I still can’t blow it. The bleeding only stopped a few days ago, so the insides are still sensitive and raw. I can breathe out of it, and man, I can breathe GREAT! No more morning runny nose. No more sinus headaches. I feel awesome! About 4 days ago the doctor gave me the OK to shower again. For a good week and a half all I could do was wash below my neck. It felt so good to get all the filth off me. My body is still a bit dehydrated so I have some dry skin (shaving was a bitch). But I’m on my way to a full and healthy recovery. Tuesday I’m going to the doc and it’s pretty probable he will take me off of bed-rest. Hopefully he’ll lift the restriction on orgasms too, because I’m so fucking horny it’s not even funny. I’m about ready for a 10 hour fuck fest!

So what’s next? Well, for the next 6 months to a year I have to be extremely careful with my nose. Gotta make sure I don’t hit or bang it. Gotta be extra careful at bars and clubs, and I have to not piss anyone off. I probably also have to be careful when kissing. Can’t get TOO passionate during the moment. It’s a downhill battle from now on. I survived. For the next few weeks the minor physical after-effects will fade (swelling, burst blood vessels in eyes). And for the next few weeks I’m going to regain the 10 pounds I lost.

Thanks to everyone who visited me and thanks to everyone who called with well-wishes!