Septoplastered

Sorry for the lack of blogginess lately. Tuesday I had septoplasty surgery and have been kinda out of it. Very dizzy and woozy. But now I think I'm somewhat with it again. Staying home, recovery has consisted of eating pudding pops, watching Arrested Development, and sleeping. I've had the song "The final countdown" by Europe running through my head all week as a consequence.

Before the surgery the doctor said that there'd be no changes to my appearance due to the septoplasty. I had visions of waking up in the chair, having my bandages unravelled and the doctor recoiling in horror. "The mirror... THE MIRROR!" Ironic that the new Joker, Heath Ledger, died that same day, but those were honestly the thoughts going through my head before the operation.

Anyway, there probably really weren't any physical changes to the outside appearance, but I look in the mirror now and think "Are my nostrils bigger?" I'm not sure. My nose might just be a little swollen, or I could be tripping out on Vicodin.