Not sure where you're located or who's performing the surgery, but any trained anesthesiologist will ensure you're unconscious and pain free through the whole procedure. I know it's scary putting trust into others in such a way, but I'd share these concerns with your surgeon and nurses the day of your surgery. They deal with fears like this frequently and will be able to put your worries at ease.
I had my septoplasty about a year ago. I was also nervous about the recovery, the pain, and the post nasal drip/blood. You aren't supposed to blow your nose or anything for a few weeks, which is hard for sure, but not as difficult as I thought it would have been. Lots of mouth breathing. Haha
At your first post surgery checkup, they will use a nose vacuum to clear everything out, which is when I felt the best.
My nose was sore for months, but only to the touch (like if I pushed my nose one way or another).
Overall it was not as bad as what I cooked up in my head, AND I don't snore anymore and can breathe significantly better.
I hope this gives you some insight and helps abate your fears!
D'abord, quand je suis déprimé, je me dis (et je continue à me dire) qu’il faut être gentil avec soi-même. C’est ridicule de me faire culpabiliser alors que je me sens déjà mal. Ensuite, j’aime regarder des trucs qui me font rire — c’est un film un peu vieux (et un peu daté avec ses blagues), mais j’aime bien Scary Movie. Il me fait toujours rire.
J’aime aussi écouter la chanteuse Faouzia, parce qu’elle écrit et chante des chansons pleines d’encouragement, sur le fait de réussir après beaucoup d’efforts. Ses chansons me donnent de l’espoir et m’encouragent à continuer quand c’est dur.
Oh, et une dernière chose. Quand je suis déprimé, je m’oblige à respecter mes plans. La dépression est un cercle vicieux, et elle veut que tu abandonnes tes projets. Ne la laisse pas gagner.
From Texas. When I was in elementary school circa 2000, we had a running balance that our parents could contribute to via written checks.
My parents were going through a divorce back then, and in the pinging back and forth between my parents houses, it always gave me so much anxiety buying lunch at school. You wouldn't know if your account could cover what you picked up in the lunch line until you got to the cashier at the end. AND if it couldn't, they would literally take all of the food you put on your tray and give you a PB&J sandwich.
Having elementary school kids keep up with their balances was tough, and even when I did remember, if I were with my dad, he would refuse to give lunch money to my sister and me because "that's what child support is for."
It just sucked all around and made me feel like the smallest human on earth. And I know that this experience here was not unique to me.
Not sure where you're located or who's performing the surgery, but any trained anesthesiologist will ensure you're unconscious and pain free through the whole procedure. I know it's scary putting trust into others in such a way, but I'd share these concerns with your surgeon and nurses the day of your surgery. They deal with fears like this frequently and will be able to put your worries at ease.
I had my septoplasty about a year ago. I was also nervous about the recovery, the pain, and the post nasal drip/blood. You aren't supposed to blow your nose or anything for a few weeks, which is hard for sure, but not as difficult as I thought it would have been. Lots of mouth breathing. Haha
At your first post surgery checkup, they will use a nose vacuum to clear everything out, which is when I felt the best.
My nose was sore for months, but only to the touch (like if I pushed my nose one way or another).
Overall it was not as bad as what I cooked up in my head, AND I don't snore anymore and can breathe significantly better.
I hope this gives you some insight and helps abate your fears!
D'abord, quand je suis déprimé, je me dis (et je continue à me dire) qu’il faut être gentil avec soi-même. C’est ridicule de me faire culpabiliser alors que je me sens déjà mal. Ensuite, j’aime regarder des trucs qui me font rire — c’est un film un peu vieux (et un peu daté avec ses blagues), mais j’aime bien Scary Movie. Il me fait toujours rire.
J’aime aussi écouter la chanteuse Faouzia, parce qu’elle écrit et chante des chansons pleines d’encouragement, sur le fait de réussir après beaucoup d’efforts. Ses chansons me donnent de l’espoir et m’encouragent à continuer quand c’est dur.
Oh, et une dernière chose. Quand je suis déprimé, je m’oblige à respecter mes plans. La dépression est un cercle vicieux, et elle veut que tu abandonnes tes projets. Ne la laisse pas gagner.
Et n'oublie jamais que t’es pas tout seul.
From Texas. When I was in elementary school circa 2000, we had a running balance that our parents could contribute to via written checks.
My parents were going through a divorce back then, and in the pinging back and forth between my parents houses, it always gave me so much anxiety buying lunch at school. You wouldn't know if your account could cover what you picked up in the lunch line until you got to the cashier at the end. AND if it couldn't, they would literally take all of the food you put on your tray and give you a PB&J sandwich.
Having elementary school kids keep up with their balances was tough, and even when I did remember, if I were with my dad, he would refuse to give lunch money to my sister and me because "that's what child support is for."
It just sucked all around and made me feel like the smallest human on earth. And I know that this experience here was not unique to me.