So yesterday I got to have surgery to have my nose put back in the right place after my adventure playing soccer.
Anesthesia, drugs, my doctor, being able to get it done before the stupid thing starting healing and thus avoiding having to re-break it, all Very Good Things. Having the doctor tell you that the break was worse than expected since it was moved both over and in, notsomuch.
Here’s a picture of being normal:
And here’s a picture of smiling:
Smiling for whatever reason moves the face into a position where the nose actually hurts. I’ll have to wear the splint for a couple of weeks and it will be more time after that before I’m allowed to do anything vaguely athletic. On the plus side they say that pink is the new black so my splint is at the cutting edge of trendy.
In unrelated news, if you’d like to a picture of me before my nose breaky breaky craziness I’ve been interviewed in the February 2008 print issue of Dr. Dobb’s.
Now back to my regularly scheduled painkillers.
