The secret is out, and about time because my seal nose isn't hiding anything. Wednesday just before noon I checked into the Misericordia day ward. Within an hour, I was stripped down in a hospital gown, my vitals checked and I was lying in a bed across the hall from the surgery theatre. I had a brief moment to discuss with my anaesthetation? and surgeon, before I was wheeled into the theatre. The surgeon, Dr. Giuffre, looked at my nose for a second, repeated what we had talked about 6 months ago during the consultation and that was it. You would think that I would have had more to say.

I was wheeled into the surgery room, while 4 nurses were busy around the room getting everything ready. There is a nurse at both my sides. I'm strapped to the surgery bed. One nurse is hooking my body up to different machines, and the other getting me on an i.v. while an oxygen mask relaxes. Through the i.v. is a muscle relaxant, some nutrients, and then before I know it my eyes are closed, and I awake 2 hrs later wondering where I am and what just happened. As to where, I'm back in the recovery room after a few knock knock jokes, and my favorite tomato one. There is again a nurse checking my vitals and asking me questions. The what is the previous mentioned surgeries.

My body is hyped with drugs, and the swollen members are wandering around the day ward looking for their lost member. ricies. The drive home was mint, minus my mom getting lost, and feeling car sick by arrival. I went straight to bed, and didn't get up for the remainder of the next 24 hrs, minus a few bathroom breaks. Lilly, that little cutie, and my mom attending to me. I was in good spirits. By the next day the freezing was out of my face, and apparently I was behind in Tylonol 3's as my face was killing me, and the packing in my nose, had wedged itself so far up, my eyes were bruising, and I couldn't eat or swallow. I was stressing out, and decently angry, with a night ahead of me. I lied awake that whole night minus an hour or two. I couldn't do anything but count down the time until I could take more tylonol, and until at 9am the packing would be removed from my nose. I can think of worse nights. If I was making a top 10 list you would find June 7th, 2007 on it.

The dr's appointment went well. I spoke with a nurse and Dr. Giuffre again. I would say the nurse took out the packing, but it was more of a pull, and no mercy was spared. Whatever. They were out, and it was the nicest thing I've experienced since Beethoven's 6th was on repeat. The surgery was explained to me, my concerns addressed and I was waking out the front door, with fresh air dancing and singing it's way through my nasal passages. Over the last 24 hours I had developed the hell munchies. - Leo they would even compete with that one night. Good thing I was prepared with a snack pack in the car waiting for me.

The surgery was: shaving down of scar tissue on the wall of my nose, as well of the re-breaking to center out both sides.

I'm will into day 4 now. I've cut down the painkillers to an absolute minimum and have been eating/drinking/sleeping as much as possible. My body minus a sore nose is for the most part back to normal. The end of my nose is still numb, as I understand it could/should be for the next couple months while everything heals. The rest is under a plaster cast, which is as uncomfortable/itchy as any other cast I've had. The inside, is a random mix of dried blood, healing tissue and fresh blood/mucous. Pleasant right. Almost as pleasant as not being able to blow it for another week.

I'm laying low in Edmonton for the next few days until my next appnt to have the cast removed on Tuesday morning. I'll get some pics in here to show you the healing progression. I'm expecting black eyes and to have tape on my nose for another couple weeks, and then to be pretty much back to normal in 4 weeks, with all visible healing done by 6-8.

Thanks Mom, Lilly, Mel for taking care of me! and Leah and Chelsey for the company today!