It’s almost time to go back from work post-surgery and all in all I feel good about the procedure. Some thoughts on the subject:
- Everything that I went through turned out to be perfectly normal. It turns out doctor’s don’t get into too much detail about any one aspect of surgery. I was in misery during a two week long recovery and that is normal, as is the bleeding, the various pains, the sleepiness, all of it. Maybe the doctor is worried he’ll scare you off if he tells you everything.
- It’s certain that I can breathe much better than before. How this will affect my chronic sinus infections remains to be seen, but outlook is good.
- The company’s policy on sick leave is confusing. Cigna might have had a better understanding of my claim if they had actually called me back after I left messages. I view the extra paperwork I have to do now as entirely of their doing.
- My nose appears to be somewhat straighter but is not entirely straight. The doctor said it’s as straight as he could make it. I must have a very stubborn nose.
- I can’t work out for another 2 weeks. I should stop pouting and enjoy the break.
- My church and my workplace are full of amazing people that want to bring me food when I’m sick.
- I also learned that, on the whole, nothing I’ve been worried about for the past two months matters at all. So it’s a fortunate thing that I’ve refocused my energy on other things anyway, not least of which is my book. I am all the way up to page 14!
It’s coming close to a week since I got my nose surgery done. I really don’t understand why anyone would do this recreationally. Maybe if you have a massive rhino nose that thousands of people have made fun of you for, and you’ve never had a dating life. In theory I’ve spent my whole life getting less air than most people, and therefore when these splints come out I’ll have more air than I know what to do with. For now I can’t smell anything and food has no taste. I can take off bandages for a little while but I still have to put them back on. This morning I think I woke up with a fever but I took my medication and I think I got over that. It’s hard to tell when you can’t keep a thermometer in your mouth.
While I was on the phone with my proposed colorist last night, I was telling him about the project and did a little research. I found this page detailing the history of the Lost Battalion, which my grandfather was a member of. To be precise, he was a member of the 2nd Battalion, 131st Field Artillery, 36th Division (Texas National Guard). It was a little moving to read through the facts outlined here and see exactly what my grandfather has notated in his diary. He mentions the departure from Angel Island, and he makes some colorful remarks about the stop in Australia which the website puts particular emphasis on. The sinking of the USS Houston is mentioned by both my grandfather and his best friend in his interview, but Zerb gives it a little more elaboration. What is very helpful about this site is it gives the names of the commanders, which neither the diary nor the interview covered. All three go into detail on the tropical diseases and other horrors. The website mainly covers the experiences of those that stayed in the tropics to work on the railroad, which makes my grandfather and his friend’s experience in Ohasi unique – they were taken to the mines almost immediately. I’ll become a WWII South Pacific expert by the time this is over.