In a couple hours I'm going to be out cold in the surgery room to repair my deviated septum. No, it's not from cocaine usage. I was born with one working nostril, and for most of my life I was able to live a fairly normal life all things considered. Something happened over the last couple years that really made it unbearable for me to live with, so here we are. Let's get this thing fixed. No more snoring, no more waking up with chapped lips and a throat so sore it feels like I have a case of strep. No more blowing my nose constantly to try to get even the slightest bit of airflow through my right nostril passage.
Here's a picture showing a deviated septum. Mine is deviated to the opposite side.
Wish me luck. I'm excited. Out of work for a week, which means I'm not gonna be making any money; black eyes like I got in a fight with Mike Tyson; drugged to the point where I'm not gonna be able to help out with the kids for a while; therefore I won't be much use to the wife around the house. But hey, I'm still excited. As the great Mills Lane so famously used to say before each and every bout:
Let's get it on!
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