Well that was cool. Really! The doctor took Justin and I step by step through the CT scan of my sinuses! My septum, the middle part between the nostrils, is seriously deviated. And there were two spots that were enlarged, one that was touching the septum wall. I was told it shouldn't be doing that. There was also some immflamtion in one of the forehead sinuses. We did talk about surgery...the risks and possibilities, etc. To straighten the septum and clear some of that other stuff out. But first I'll have allergy testing done. Simply put, if the allergy test comes up positive, no surgery just more treatment. If the allergy test is negative...surgery.
I am at the point where I don't care what they do, I just want to be able to breath through my nose again! Surgery is a scary thought though, because all surgeries cary some amount of risk. Since this would be close to the brain, of course there is more risk involved. And I'm not fond of being put under anyway becuase I have a tendancy to dream when I'm coming back out...for some reason, I just don't like that.
When I had my gallbladder out, I dreamt about the Daily Review. Talk about a nightmare! Lol! The second time I was put under, for a minor feminine issue, I don't remember what exactly I dreamt just that it was chaotic.
And I did get dinner out! I swear that China's plot to overtake the world is their Chinese Buffets! Lol! This one has a good selection of Chinese and other foods. Better than the other one in the Valley. Oh well.
Back to work on Wednesday. So looking forward to it...NOT! lol!
ttyl.
It's that time again. For Michele's weekend Meet-n-Greet. Some frown, but others gleefully play. Here's a question for all who visit here, whether on your own or from Michele's: Last night during a prayer meeting, I had a memory flash through my mind. More like the shadow of the memory. I was five years old or younger and I was begging my father for a peanut butter cake. I really wanted one, and even though I was interupting the adult conversation and probably being a regular brat...my Dad quit what he was doing to search for a recipe for a peanut butter cake...uhm, I don't think he ever found one so he made me a chocolate one with peanut butter frosting. This is probably the best memory I have of my father. So - what is your favorite childhood memory?????
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