Moup
Romantic Elocutionist
For you tl;dr'ers: This is just my account of my surgery, it might be interesting to some of you out there who are interested in this stuff. If you don't like reading long things, then don't read it. And don't spam.
Hey, before you call me out as being an attention whore who craves perfection, I just want to clear it up I'm not a perfectionist. I decided to get this rhinoplasty because I had broken my nose way back in 5th grade, and it caused my nose to grow irregularly, making it super duper crooked and permanently swollen looking. People would even point it out. I also had the choice of having my chin done because it's weak, but I decided not to have it done because I feel like the face has to have some imperfections to make it human. Because without the imperfections, where's that unique character you get?
So, I got my nose done today.
and here's all the details and tidbits and stuff for those of you who like to read that stuff. You don't have to read it.
I woke up at 7:00, I was really jittery and anxious, and my mom took me to the hospital. The anesthesiologist led me away to a different room so I could change into the gown thingy, and then they took me to the room where they would be working on my nose. I was terrified.
She inserted the needle into my hand that was connected to tubing and stuff, and I quickly fell asleep. She told me beforehand that I would wake up near the end of the surgery, but I wouldn't feel anything. Sure enough, I woke up during the middle of the surgery, and I could hear the doctors talking, and there was classical music playing in the background. I could barely move, I could only twitch my hands a little bit.
Then I started sputtering up blood, because the blood from my nose was leaking to the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to die on that surgery table, all because I choked on my own blood. But I didn't.
The anesthesiologist kept reassuring me, saying, "You're doing great" and "your nose looks so pretty." My legs were shaking uncontrollably, I didn't even know why.
Then it was done, I opened my eyes, they got me into a wheelchair, strolled me out to the front, and my mom came by and picked me up in her car. Then I went home feeling miserable, I was crying, I was in so much pain, I felt nauseous and icky, blood was practically pouring out of my nose, even though I had some cotton thingies under my nose to try to reduce the bleeding.
So yeah, I borrowed my sister's computer and I'm sitting here on the couch right now, watching Cashcab. I feel a little better. My nose is bleeding a little less and the painkillers are working. I just feel numb and I can't breathe out my nose.
I don't believe that plastic surgery is meant for those people who want to look "hotter" or perfect. If that's why you want to get plastic surgery, you're getting it for the wrong reasons and that's more psychological. My mom took me to a psychologist before all of this, and my psychologist thought I was pretty healthy (psychologically), and said that she understood why I would want this surgery.
So GD,
does my story make you terrified of plastic surgery?
What do you think of people who have had it done?
What's your opinion on plastic surgery?
Sorry, no picture of my nose yet. Once I find a camera, I'll be sure to get some pictures and show you. Already on the first day, with a puffy swollen nose, I can already see huge changes and it looks like such a cute nose. My mom loves it.
So here's a picture of somebody else's nose job:
Hey, before you call me out as being an attention whore who craves perfection, I just want to clear it up I'm not a perfectionist. I decided to get this rhinoplasty because I had broken my nose way back in 5th grade, and it caused my nose to grow irregularly, making it super duper crooked and permanently swollen looking. People would even point it out. I also had the choice of having my chin done because it's weak, but I decided not to have it done because I feel like the face has to have some imperfections to make it human. Because without the imperfections, where's that unique character you get?
So, I got my nose done today.
and here's all the details and tidbits and stuff for those of you who like to read that stuff. You don't have to read it.
I woke up at 7:00, I was really jittery and anxious, and my mom took me to the hospital. The anesthesiologist led me away to a different room so I could change into the gown thingy, and then they took me to the room where they would be working on my nose. I was terrified.
She inserted the needle into my hand that was connected to tubing and stuff, and I quickly fell asleep. She told me beforehand that I would wake up near the end of the surgery, but I wouldn't feel anything. Sure enough, I woke up during the middle of the surgery, and I could hear the doctors talking, and there was classical music playing in the background. I could barely move, I could only twitch my hands a little bit.
Then I started sputtering up blood, because the blood from my nose was leaking to the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to die on that surgery table, all because I choked on my own blood. But I didn't.
The anesthesiologist kept reassuring me, saying, "You're doing great" and "your nose looks so pretty." My legs were shaking uncontrollably, I didn't even know why.
Then it was done, I opened my eyes, they got me into a wheelchair, strolled me out to the front, and my mom came by and picked me up in her car. Then I went home feeling miserable, I was crying, I was in so much pain, I felt nauseous and icky, blood was practically pouring out of my nose, even though I had some cotton thingies under my nose to try to reduce the bleeding.
So yeah, I borrowed my sister's computer and I'm sitting here on the couch right now, watching Cashcab. I feel a little better. My nose is bleeding a little less and the painkillers are working. I just feel numb and I can't breathe out my nose.
I don't believe that plastic surgery is meant for those people who want to look "hotter" or perfect. If that's why you want to get plastic surgery, you're getting it for the wrong reasons and that's more psychological. My mom took me to a psychologist before all of this, and my psychologist thought I was pretty healthy (psychologically), and said that she understood why I would want this surgery.
So GD,
does my story make you terrified of plastic surgery?
What do you think of people who have had it done?
What's your opinion on plastic surgery?
Sorry, no picture of my nose yet. Once I find a camera, I'll be sure to get some pictures and show you. Already on the first day, with a puffy swollen nose, I can already see huge changes and it looks like such a cute nose. My mom loves it.
So here's a picture of somebody else's nose job:
