Years ago in a park, playing football, leaping high for a pass, the back of a defense men's head snapped back hard into my left check bone and nose just as I caught the football for a touchdown.
I stood there alone and straightened out my nose (it was flattened over to the right) with a quick jerk. A teammate came over shrugged and told me it looked OK. I thought, 'that wasn't too bad, just lots of blood." As I continued playing, I found that whenever I spoke, my left cheekbone clicked - and click it did, whenever I talked, for years on end. I suppose I should have used that time as an opportunity to learn the African clicking language of Khoisan (thank you Google for finding that info in only .28 seconds).
I soon found out I also couldn't breath through my left nostril (scar tissue it turned out). It started bothering me more and more. However, I knew someone who got a lousy nose job and had regretted the "invasive" nature of it, and that term stuck with me and so I never dealt with it. Finally though, I was about to lose my excellent insurance with my choice of doctor as a divorce was finalizing. I knew it must be now or never, even though I was convinced I'd have horrible pain for a month.
Well, since my results and service were so super superb, and since I had any Doc in the world to pick from, I suppose I'm duty bound to share my method of picking the right practice and the perfect physician out of the millions I could have chosen from. I chose the first practice that was close and I had a feel for. Then, I took a liking to Ellison because of the back-to-back "Ls" and his picture had that look, like - "I know..Yes, I do know...Yes, I do...I've got this." It's kind of like Richard Pryor in that prison movie when he's first walking into jail and he's saying real loud, "I'm bad....Yeah, I'm bad.....I'm real bad," except for Ellison it's calmingly real without a word.
I had to wait a month for an appointment. I was concerned about that wait, plus the additional wait for the surgery, and whether I would beat the clock on the insurance. The nice and professional staff suggested I keep checking in to see if an opening became available. I did so almost daily and soon checked on openings with other surgical doctors (whether they had one "L," or no "Ls," it didn't matter) in the practice, but not one opening became available earlier. I guess they all "had it, or were bad"
On the day of my appointment the waiting room was crowded, but you need not worry, there were still plenty of magazines available. By the way, I didn't see a sign that said you couldn't take the magazines home with you, so I think it's all right to do so.
Yes, lots of people, but lots of Docs, so they get you in quickly. Ellison has a nice, calm, confident, intelligent, and knowing way about him, the way he moves, speaks, and examines you. He even appreciated my sense of humor with a sly smile (or he was appeasing me). Either way, I felt in good hands. He told me I had some big scar tissue that needed to be removed and he also needed to move the septum over and use some of the cartilage from it to build up the nostril opening into my whatsamajigger (I'm pretty sure he used that term). That septum thing I didn't like - my "too invasive" fear. He said it was the thing to do and seemed absolutely sure about it.
MARY LYNN schedules surgeries and was able to get me in just under the deadline (thank you). I'd also like to thank the rest of the office personnel who were great; CLAIR, RAYSHAWN, DAMARIS, and DELMY.
By the way Mary Lynn, I asked Ellison if you had a significant other and he told me you were, "married, happily." Oh well :)
Ellison visited me a half hour before the surgery. I told him I decided to just have the scar tissue removed and not to do the septum thing as it would be again "too invasive." Well, we had discussed this twice already. He knew it was less than half the job and in the long run I wouldn't be happy.
Ellison would have no part of it and he knew just what to do. In sales it's called a "Take Away." He immediately put up his hands like he surrendered, smiled, and said, "No problem, we'll cancel the surgery or have it postponed," and started stepping away backwards, like 'see ya.'
Imagine all the implications that went through my head in that instant, all coming down to one word, "woos." I said, "No, no, let's go ahead as planned." He then asked me what was my concern and I told him I was concerned about losing feeling in my nose as I heard Micheal Jackson had. He then explained that the nerves didn't go through where he would cut.
Bottom line - surgery was on Wednesday and now it's Sunday. I breath great, I'm in no pain and haven't been since the day after the surgery (and not ever too bad either), my nose looks great, and get this, I was in some noodle joint in San Gabriel, bought a mega lottery ticket and won $333 million dollars. Yesiree bob, except on that last thing. read more