I miss the days gone by where all of my doctors were under one roof, on one payroll, with one mission; to help. My current G.P. doesn't even know my blood type after all of the blood-work that I've had done over the past year and a half of finally seeing doctors again for the first time since childhood. He told me if I wanted to know, ahem, the best way to find out is by going and donating at a blood bank...Yes, this is because I have insurance now but I'm not going to make this a habit, visiting doctors that is.
I had never been able to safely swim or free dive without holding or plugging my nose until after my recent surgery. Previously, water would rush in unless I was blowing outward, had a pincher on or just trying REALLY hard not to let it in. Now it's a breeze and I'm floored by it. Might this be attributed to my deviated septum correction? Balance of airflow due my turbinate reduction? It's absolutely amazing swimming now none-the-less. And right when I'm about to leave Florida. :( Let me not forget to mention singing is no longer a labor intensive chore! Having braces has made simply vocalizing like Carol Burnett quite a task. But as we all know, doing things the hard way first and the norm later makes makes our activities that much greater!I'm glad the surgery went fairly well and is over. That hospital was not a place for a lady I assure you. Sans underthings, back-open gown in a coed waiting area! So they closed the curtain for me. Whoopie! LoL! Too late, I had already seen some things I truly wish I hadn't. Taking the good with the bad, smelling the... "fondue-due" just as well as the flowers now. I am thankful for my nearly normal sense of smell and breathing. I didn't realize how bad it was nor remember how great it used to be until I had it somewhat corrected.
Always giving praise and thanks.
