Rewind to fall of 2005. I was taking an 18 month old and a 6 week old to the pediatrician in the pouring rain. I had a raincoat on and was trying to keep the babies dry under an umbrella in the double stroller. I opened the rear door of the van as I went by to buckle in my daughter. I grabbed the baby
carseat from the stroller to run around and get my son into the dry car, but the van door had only gone halfway up and I slammed into it with my face. I thought I was going to pass out in the parking lot, but I was determined to get that baby out of the rain. Somehow I managed to get the stroller into the van and get myself into the driver's seat. I had a huge gash across the top of my nose and my nose was bleeding pretty badly. However, since I wasn't really feeling any pain, just a weird numbness, I decided to drive on home. We only live about 5 miles from the doctor, but about halfway home the throbbing pain set in. I dragged all of us into the house and called the husband to come home and help with the kids. I really should have gone to the doctor then, but my life was just so crazy taking care of myself was quite low on the list of priorities, so I just sucked it up and moved on.
Three years later I have had so many sinus infection that I've lost count. My PCP started mentioning getting a CT scan and seeing an
ENT a few months ago, but I didn't seriously consider it until I found myself back at the doctor again last week for yet another sinus infection. The nurse
practitioner I saw took my hand and told me it really was time to deal with this mess and set me up for the tests and appointment. I discovered that the
Parkwest outpatient center is completely empty at 6 pm, which means no waiting! The CT was no big deal at all and they told me my doctor would get the report late Friday afternoon. My phone rang at 7:55 on Monday morning, early enough to make me nervous. Usually calls before 9 am or after 11 pm are not good! It was my doctor wanting to make sure I was taking an antibiotic (yes), that I had an
ENT appt very soon (tomorrow), and that I should be prepared to talk about surgery (yikes). Their office doesn't even open until 8:30, so I was a little freaked out by all this.
My ENT agreed today that surgery is going to be the best option to clear everything up. Actually having a procedure done doesn't scare me. I've had kidney stones and been through childbirth with a failed epidural. I understand pain. It is the recovery that makes me uneasy about having surgery. I know I am not indispensable, but I have a house to run, kids to care for, and
commitments to honor. I look at my calendar and wonder when I can just take 2 weeks off. There really isn't a good time, but I am going ahead with the surgery anyway. In a couple of months I am going to have sinus surgery just like
Andrew did last year and willingly have my nose broken again. My doctor laughed when I told him how I had broken my nose and said he was going to have a lot of fun writing the letter to my insurance company. In the future I will use much more caution around minivans!