Only the nose knows

Sorry I have been gone for a while. If you know me well, then you know I was laid up for a while because of surgery. Sinus surgery to be precise. You see a few years back I allowed a person to smash his fist into my nose a few dozen times until it stopped bothering me with all its annoying breathing. Now, so many years have passed and I think to myself,"Shoulda ducked tough guy". Yet, alas, duck I did not so I came out on the loosing side of a minor beating but, with a broken nose. Sure the old shnozolla has been busted before but this time it was different. This time it was broken on the inside and the outside, deep in my head things were not well. So fast forward to the 27th of December, I go into the ER because I just feel awful, really think I am dieing. I get the whole big check up thing and it turns out that I have a bunch of blockages in my head and behind them, an infection. I don't know how long this demon had been living in my face but the doc said it was probably quite some time. So, to shorten it up for you, they had to take out the blockages, suck out the infection and straighten out the inner walls of my nose. It took two weeks but I finally feel pretty normal and hearty again. I am slowly regaining my sense of smell and I think it will be a whole lot better than it was, plus I won't have that nagging infection poisoning my body anymore so it can finally get to looking after all those weird viruses. The one bad thing about this whole ordeal however, is this. I just realized I had a nose job. How Southern California pathetic is that?