That was my first thought when I stumbled back into consciousness yesterday after my surgery. Even from under the gauze I could breathe better than I ever had before.
My nose is swollen, and I'm exhausted, but the pain has been minimal.
Oh, and you know that nasal flush? I read the instructions the night before my surgery and wanted to call the whole thing off. This is what it said:
"Place cap snugly against your nasal passage and squeeze bottle gently until the solution starts draining from the opposite nasal passage or from your mouth."
I'm just full of pleasant mental images this week, aren't I?
And let me tell you. They weren't lying.
Still, it's the only way I'm going to be able to clean everything out, so I guess I just have to buck up and do it.
And on a side note, my wife is a saint. Essentially, she now has two children to take care of, and she hasn't complained once, even though I have this driving need to eat peaches every second of the day. We have a big box of fresh ones thanks to a neighbor, I think she's given up washing the cutting board each time because five minutes later, she has to pull it back out again.