After having put it off for months, I finally went to see an ENT specialist about the “mole” that’s been in my nose for over a year now. While there, I decided to bring up the fact that I also happen to have increasing difficulty breathing through my right nostril.

Turns out  both were symptoms of a larger issue, a “severely deviated septum.”

For as long as I can remember I’ve had a crooked nose. I’ve joked about it migrating closer to my left ear every year, as it seems to have decided to do recently, but I never thought I actually had a problem. I don’t snore, I don’t breathe particularly loudly, and the only time I hear anything out of my right nostril it’s only a faint whistle that I’m certain no one else can hear.

After weighing options, researching doctors and procedures, and talking to lots of people about their experiences with this, I decided to go ahead with surgery to repair the problem before further cartilage weakening makes it worse. And after several more discussions with my ENT specialist, who is also a board certified plastic surgeon, I also made the decision to have my nose straightened and evened out a bit.

You can’t tell because my top lip won’t move and my face is all puffy, but this is me smiling. Notice the two black eyes forming the day after the operation.

Deep breath.


This wasn’t a decision I made lightly. It wasn’t even an option I was aware of until I began talking to others about their deviated septums and what they did to repair the problem. But after hearing several times, “While the doctor’s in there if you want any work done you should go for it…” so I asked the question.

I was very nervous about the idea at first, plastic surgery. By opting for plastic surgery, any kind of plastic surgery, I felt like I was declaring that I was unhappy with the face I already had. The same face my husband fell in love with, and the same crooked nose that B playfully taps with his finger when he’s messing with me. So when I asked my doctor about my options, the first thing I said was, “if I were to change anything, I’d still keep my silly nose. I just want it to be straighter and without the large asymmetrical bump on the left side.” He was very supportive of the idea, and he didn’t seem eager to change anything beyond that. I breathed a sigh of relief as we went through the computer simulation program that showed me what my nose would look like after the operation.

I brought the photos to show them to B, who until this point had been frighteningly silent about the whole idea. I showed him the before photos, then the simulation photos. I talked him through the procedure. When I finished, he breathed a very audible sigh of relief and with a kiss on my forehead said, “Good. I like your nose the way it is, and I’m glad it’s not going to change dramatically.”

So there it is. Yesterday morning I went through with a septoplasty, a bilateral turbinate reduction, and a tip rhinoplasty. And now I’m icing, I’m medicating, I’m sleeping a lot, and I’m waiting to see the end result. Also, by the time you read this I will have proofread it at least a handful of times since pain meds have an interesting effect on my ability to spell things correctly.


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