It Was NOT a Pick!!!!

I know! I know! I'm STILL talking about my nose!!! But if you had the stomach and the nerve to watch the clip on my site and saw what is UP my nose you will understand what I am living with 24/7 and you will understand why I can't STOP thinking about my nose.  When I watched that video just moments ago I realized why I have been telling everyone it feels like I have gigantic glasses being pushed down on my nose and I can't take them off.  Now after seeing what nose stints look like I think a better analogy is that I have an alien creature inside my nose trying to push it's way out!!!  Yikes!!!

At first after the surgery there was just the horrible pain.  Then gradually that has subsided to constant pressure.  Gee, I wonder why.  So I've told you that I have this blowing my nose issue where I'm not allowed to blow my nose right?  But my nose is filled with mucus all the time and dripping.  Fortunately I have this convenient gauze moustache to catch the blood, fluids and boogers that come down.  But boogers/mucus are not always accommodating and sit just inside your nose to drive you stark raving mad.  Regularly a good blow into a Kleenex can take care of this problem.  I'm not allowed to bend over either so I can't even do that to encourage drips to come out faster onto the gauze moustache.  drat!!!  What's a person to do???  Q-tips!!! (cue Halleluia chorus and rays from heaven).  It was when I was  Q-tipping and sighing with relief that I felt the nose stint just inside my nose at the bottom.  I freaked out!!! I thought the stints were high up inside my nose.  I don't know why I thought this... I just did.  I tap it again with the Q-tip to be sure... yep.  It's a foreign object in my nose.

I must digress for a moment before I get to the It Was Not a Pick part...

So yesterday I take my son to his doctor's office and I think... great... another public outing with my gauze moustache.  At the doctor's office I have to deal with the receptionist, two nurses, and the doctor.  None of whom say ANYTHING about my gauze moustache.  Is that odd?  Not a joke, comment, question, glance.  Nada.  Now perhaps they are just used to gauze working at a doctor's office and all... or perhaps I chanced upon 4 people who by nature have no curiosity or compassion in them.  As for me.... if I see someone with a black eye you know I'm going to say something like "who won?" or "fall out of bed again" or if they have criss-crossing bandages on their face "get run over by a train"? (that one was used on me many years ago so I feel obligated to pass it on).  

My sister called me chicken and I don't normally respond to dares.  I even took it two steps further and took these pictures without makeup and doing my hair.  But I figure if I can take my kids to school with this gauze, go to doctor's appointments, shop at Walmart etc. I can post my picture.  So here goes...

If you combine the two you have the full view.

I did have a very important meeting this morning to try to get Smiley into a special pre-school so I thought I would color coordinate my gauze moustache for the occasion....

Back to my story.  On the way home from the doctor's office last night I couldn't stop thinking about the stints in my nose (because I can't stop feeling the sensation of them.)  So I wondered how close to the opening of my nose they really were.  And the only way to really tell.... do you see where I'm going with this???? yep... I stuck my finger in my nose to feel where the stint was.  And sure enough I touched it!!! Freaky!!!!  But worse than that I realized that I was on Redwood Road with cars all around me with my finger up my nose!!!!   You're dumb as a what?? (a saying from my MIL)  I quickly snatch my finger out of my nose but was it too late?  Did someone see me?  Worse yet did someone I know see me and now forever after I will be dubbed as a nosepicker when really I'm not!!! It was not a pick!!!! It was a touch!!!! I was just touching my stint!!!!  Do you have any idea what is up my nose????  -sigh-  I can't wait until Monday when these things come out.

In bed last night I told my husband that I wanted to google nose stints.  He says "I don't want to look at it... I'll throw up and pass out."  My hero.  I don't think he is going to play the video.  What do you think?  If he does I hope his desk at work doesn't have any sharp corners.   I better call his mom and have her place some pillows on the floor around his chair.  (his office is in her basement).  

Well, Monday I get these babies out.  Can't wait.  I'll tell you tomorrow about Brett's game plan for my trip to church when I told him I was thinking of wearing my gauze moustache to make sure my nose doesn't get bumped.