Pimptress
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I'd like to share my little story of 4 weeks ago with everyone because it's such a tremendously amazing time of my life... I hope you all don't mind!
So, I'm a 22 year old girl who has been insanely insecure about her nose since she was about 15 years old.
On August 23rd, 2005 I finally went in for a consulation with a plastic surgeon, Dr Loewenstein. He made me feel comfortable and talked to me about everything and we set up an appointment to have it done on October 14th. I also had a secondary consultation in September to answer more questions that I had.
The 14th arrived and my mom and stepdad took me to the hospital where I was having the surgery done.
They got me all prepped for surgery (after a crappy nurse put a crappy IV in my arm which caused a bruise the size of texas for 2 weeks after) and it was just time to wait. With the clock right on the other side of my bed.
I started to cry at this point... up until now I hadn't been nervous at all but at this point I could see the clock and know that my surgery was scheduled to start at 11:45... in 15 minutes... and I started to get very scared and nervous.
They wheeled me into the surgery room which looked like it came straight out of the movies or tv show, and my anesthesiologist told me she was putting the sleepy stuff in the IV and I'll be asleep within 10 seconds. "Whoah this stuff works fast.... goodbye" was all I mustered to say before I found myself awake and puking in the recovery room.
Yup, I puked from the general anesthetic. Or maybe it was all of the blood I had swallowed. My nose was completely full of packing material and I could only breathe through my mouth and I couldn't open my eyes and I felt like utter shit, and so tired.
I finally let them allow my parents and boyfriend back to see me where my mom lovingly snapped this very attractive picture of me.
I felt like a baby bird which could not open it's eyes and only laid there... at least that's what was going through my mind at the time.
My mom and stepdad left at about 3pm to get a head start to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs and my boyfriend stayed by my side, bless him, until I was ready to be released. The nurse, silly lady, had me walk to the room where my clothes were, which sent me into another fit of vomiting blood, and Nick was right there with the puke catcher to help me. She then decided it was a bad idea to have me walking so she brought me a wheelchair and we went out to Nick's car.
I don't really remember the drive home that much except that I couldn't/was afraid to open my eyes thinking I might get sick again. Nick played a cd he had made with a lot of my favorite songs on them and I remember really wanting to enjoy it, but I just couldn't say or do anything.
We got home and I sat down on the armchair where I stayed for the next 7 hours or so... watching tv and taking percocets as soon as the pain wore off. The pain was bad, I forgot to mention that. It hurt like hell when I was in the hospital, even when I had IV pain medicine in me, and it hurt like hell at home, especially since I had a migrane which formed on top of all of the pain in my nose.
Finally I went down to bed, but before I went to sleep I decided to risk it and take a tylenol PLUS my percocet (Which only has 325mg tylenol) and within an hour, I was at my computer (at 2am) talking to Nick who was upstairs in a poker tourney (on pokerstars.com) telling him how wonderful I felt. He came down and laughed because I was smiling, despite the fact that I couldn't breathe through my mouth and looked like I had gotten mugged.
We went to sleep, which really wasn't sleep at all, because I woke up every 20 minutes or so practically choking because my mouth would dry out so much as I was breathing through it.. so it went in a cycle like this from about 2am until 8am, when I finally gave up... fall asleep, snore, wake up omg mouth is try, sip water, fall asleep, wake up, sip water, take percocet, fall asleep, snore, wake up, mouth dry -- water.... you get the idea. It was really annoying and I didn't sleep very well at all.
Dr. Loewenstien was supposed to call me in the morning to meet me somewhere to take the packing out of my nostrils, but he didn't call by 10:30 so I pulled it out myself. SWEET RELIEF. I then made my way upstairs to the couch where I spent the rest of my day...
And then the flowers started rolling in..... which was really great because it was also sweetest day (A midwest holiday) and my sweetie brought me a dozen roses, my stepdad brought me a pretty bouquet... it was nice, because I love flowers. I was feeling better but still taking percocet about every 4 hours.
Here are pictures from that night after I cleaned myself up a bit. I actually went out in public with Nick to go get pizza.
1 full day after my surgery
"Look Nick this is the only time where you are more attractive then I am
"
Day 3, sunday, I put makeup on to try and look more acceptable to society.
Day 4, Monday... last day off of work. My splint was falling off, so I took it off to retape it. Ooops, I took a picture!!
My plastic surgeon sent me flowers today!!
Day 5, Tuesday... first day back to work. I felt pretty good today, just didn't look that great. I also had an appointment right after work to get the stitches on the bottom of my nose out.
Oh, and the doctor said since my splint was falling off I only had to wear it when I sleep. And then he taped it back on and said just wear it all the time. So I took it off as soon as I got to my car.
When I woke up on Tuesday morning and put on makeup and came in to kiss Nick goodbye, he said "Now you look more like you
"
Day 6, Wednesday... I took the tape off of my nose today. Dr Loewenstien was supposed to take it off tomorrow, Thursday, but his wife had a secret surprise trip planned for him and he wasn't going to be in the office (Which made me very upset, but I kept my cool and kept mum) and the nurse called me and told me I could probably take it off myself on Thursday. So I took it off as soon as I got off the phone with her, wednesday
Day 8, Friday, we went out tonight. Twas much fun! I feel great...
Day 9, Saturday October 22nd, 2005... my big halloween party! I can't even tell that I just had surgery... unless I touch my nose, haha.
(i changed costumes)
And that's that, everything is good now... Here's a side by side before and after picture.
The end of my nose is still a little numb and it's very hard, kinda strange, but it takes a full year for a nose that has gone through rhinoplasty to actually form into it's final product.
So, I'm a 22 year old girl who has been insanely insecure about her nose since she was about 15 years old.
On August 23rd, 2005 I finally went in for a consulation with a plastic surgeon, Dr Loewenstein. He made me feel comfortable and talked to me about everything and we set up an appointment to have it done on October 14th. I also had a secondary consultation in September to answer more questions that I had.
The 14th arrived and my mom and stepdad took me to the hospital where I was having the surgery done.
They got me all prepped for surgery (after a crappy nurse put a crappy IV in my arm which caused a bruise the size of texas for 2 weeks after) and it was just time to wait. With the clock right on the other side of my bed.
I started to cry at this point... up until now I hadn't been nervous at all but at this point I could see the clock and know that my surgery was scheduled to start at 11:45... in 15 minutes... and I started to get very scared and nervous.
They wheeled me into the surgery room which looked like it came straight out of the movies or tv show, and my anesthesiologist told me she was putting the sleepy stuff in the IV and I'll be asleep within 10 seconds. "Whoah this stuff works fast.... goodbye" was all I mustered to say before I found myself awake and puking in the recovery room.
Yup, I puked from the general anesthetic. Or maybe it was all of the blood I had swallowed. My nose was completely full of packing material and I could only breathe through my mouth and I couldn't open my eyes and I felt like utter shit, and so tired.
I finally let them allow my parents and boyfriend back to see me where my mom lovingly snapped this very attractive picture of me.
I felt like a baby bird which could not open it's eyes and only laid there... at least that's what was going through my mind at the time.
My mom and stepdad left at about 3pm to get a head start to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs and my boyfriend stayed by my side, bless him, until I was ready to be released. The nurse, silly lady, had me walk to the room where my clothes were, which sent me into another fit of vomiting blood, and Nick was right there with the puke catcher to help me. She then decided it was a bad idea to have me walking so she brought me a wheelchair and we went out to Nick's car.
I don't really remember the drive home that much except that I couldn't/was afraid to open my eyes thinking I might get sick again. Nick played a cd he had made with a lot of my favorite songs on them and I remember really wanting to enjoy it, but I just couldn't say or do anything.
We got home and I sat down on the armchair where I stayed for the next 7 hours or so... watching tv and taking percocets as soon as the pain wore off. The pain was bad, I forgot to mention that. It hurt like hell when I was in the hospital, even when I had IV pain medicine in me, and it hurt like hell at home, especially since I had a migrane which formed on top of all of the pain in my nose.
Finally I went down to bed, but before I went to sleep I decided to risk it and take a tylenol PLUS my percocet (Which only has 325mg tylenol) and within an hour, I was at my computer (at 2am) talking to Nick who was upstairs in a poker tourney (on pokerstars.com) telling him how wonderful I felt. He came down and laughed because I was smiling, despite the fact that I couldn't breathe through my mouth and looked like I had gotten mugged.
We went to sleep, which really wasn't sleep at all, because I woke up every 20 minutes or so practically choking because my mouth would dry out so much as I was breathing through it.. so it went in a cycle like this from about 2am until 8am, when I finally gave up... fall asleep, snore, wake up omg mouth is try, sip water, fall asleep, wake up, sip water, take percocet, fall asleep, snore, wake up, mouth dry -- water.... you get the idea. It was really annoying and I didn't sleep very well at all.
Dr. Loewenstien was supposed to call me in the morning to meet me somewhere to take the packing out of my nostrils, but he didn't call by 10:30 so I pulled it out myself. SWEET RELIEF. I then made my way upstairs to the couch where I spent the rest of my day...
And then the flowers started rolling in..... which was really great because it was also sweetest day (A midwest holiday) and my sweetie brought me a dozen roses, my stepdad brought me a pretty bouquet... it was nice, because I love flowers. I was feeling better but still taking percocet about every 4 hours.
Here are pictures from that night after I cleaned myself up a bit. I actually went out in public with Nick to go get pizza.
1 full day after my surgery
"Look Nick this is the only time where you are more attractive then I am
Day 3, sunday, I put makeup on to try and look more acceptable to society.
Day 4, Monday... last day off of work. My splint was falling off, so I took it off to retape it. Ooops, I took a picture!!
My plastic surgeon sent me flowers today!!
Day 5, Tuesday... first day back to work. I felt pretty good today, just didn't look that great. I also had an appointment right after work to get the stitches on the bottom of my nose out.
Oh, and the doctor said since my splint was falling off I only had to wear it when I sleep. And then he taped it back on and said just wear it all the time. So I took it off as soon as I got to my car.
When I woke up on Tuesday morning and put on makeup and came in to kiss Nick goodbye, he said "Now you look more like you
Day 6, Wednesday... I took the tape off of my nose today. Dr Loewenstien was supposed to take it off tomorrow, Thursday, but his wife had a secret surprise trip planned for him and he wasn't going to be in the office (Which made me very upset, but I kept my cool and kept mum) and the nurse called me and told me I could probably take it off myself on Thursday. So I took it off as soon as I got off the phone with her, wednesday
Day 8, Friday, we went out tonight. Twas much fun! I feel great...
Day 9, Saturday October 22nd, 2005... my big halloween party! I can't even tell that I just had surgery... unless I touch my nose, haha.
(i changed costumes)
And that's that, everything is good now... Here's a side by side before and after picture.
The end of my nose is still a little numb and it's very hard, kinda strange, but it takes a full year for a nose that has gone through rhinoplasty to actually form into it's final product.
