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So, I saw another ENT this morning and got the diagnosis confirmed. I do need surgery, dammit. My septum is apparently not just deviated, but really, really wonky--so bad that the doc even asked if I'd ever broken my nose! Plus there's a structure called a turbinate up there that's larger than usual, so the net result is that one nostril is almost permanently blocked.
Trying to figure out when I'd have 10 days to go get my nose re-constructed is kind of a pain. The doc only does surgeries on certain days, and because of my internship, I only have a few short days in June and September to do anything. At the moment, I'm tentatively scheduled for Sept. 22, but that will mean I get to start classes with a bruised-up face, or delay start by a few days. If all I'm doing in fall is J dept classes, I could probably manage that, but I suspect that may be one of the only terms I can do my psych classes, too. So, meh.
The good news is that I more or less have an apartment lined up in B'ton. Well, Silverdale, technically. The only problem--other than it's expensive--is that it's a 2nd floor unit, which means going up and down concrete steps every day. I can do that--slowly--when I'm not laden with stuff and can hold a handrail, and the steps aren't wet, but if I'm trying to carry anything or it's rainy--I may as well just take a hammer to my skull and take out the middle man. At least this is summer only, so no ice.
While we were driving around, getting the lay of the land, it dawned on me--this is a military town. Big time. Chances are very good I'll be involved in some story or other that involves that. Eep. I suppose it's good that I don't have any war-related bumper stickers on my car at the moment. The only quasi-political thing on there, aside from my rainbow stickers, is my FSM decal. Hopefully no-one there will have any clue what that's about. Afeared I'll have to be a closet Pastafarian.
Which reminds me: this guy is speaking on campus this week, and I get to write an article about that. That should be... illuminating.
Trying to figure out when I'd have 10 days to go get my nose re-constructed is kind of a pain. The doc only does surgeries on certain days, and because of my internship, I only have a few short days in June and September to do anything. At the moment, I'm tentatively scheduled for Sept. 22, but that will mean I get to start classes with a bruised-up face, or delay start by a few days. If all I'm doing in fall is J dept classes, I could probably manage that, but I suspect that may be one of the only terms I can do my psych classes, too. So, meh.
The good news is that I more or less have an apartment lined up in B'ton. Well, Silverdale, technically. The only problem--other than it's expensive--is that it's a 2nd floor unit, which means going up and down concrete steps every day. I can do that--slowly--when I'm not laden with stuff and can hold a handrail, and the steps aren't wet, but if I'm trying to carry anything or it's rainy--I may as well just take a hammer to my skull and take out the middle man. At least this is summer only, so no ice.
While we were driving around, getting the lay of the land, it dawned on me--this is a military town. Big time. Chances are very good I'll be involved in some story or other that involves that. Eep. I suppose it's good that I don't have any war-related bumper stickers on my car at the moment. The only quasi-political thing on there, aside from my rainbow stickers, is my FSM decal. Hopefully no-one there will have any clue what that's about. Afeared I'll have to be a closet Pastafarian.
Which reminds me: this guy is speaking on campus this week, and I get to write an article about that. That should be... illuminating.
