Friday, March 29, 2013

Another big Thank You...

...to everybody who helped with the nose thing, but one person I really, really, really need to thank is Bobbi.

I can't even bear to open my eyes with the bandage off my nose, and so she's been Florence Nightingale-ing for me and makes reassuring noises about what she sees while my eyes are squinched all tightly shut.

(The sight of other people's boo-boos doesn't bother me terribly much. I mean, if it's really gruesome I might get a little queasy, but I'm not that bad. My own injuries, however? Let's just say that even with tiny little paper cuts, when the adhesive on the Band-Aid finally fails and it falls off, I figure that's my cue that the ouchie underneath it is healed up enough that it's safe to look at.)

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hang in there. Your natural beauty can't be compromised by this "booboo".

Mike

Anonymous said...

Your lucky to have the Roomie - Deluxe version.

Gerry

Firehand said...

Among the folks I know is a nurse, primarily works maternity and gets called on lots of emergency stuff; couple of decades experience, solid as a rock.

Unless it's a friend or family with an injury; that is a whole 'nother matter. Got to watch that once, I'd have laughed more if I'd thought she wouldn't hurt me.

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

This, too, shall pass.

Anonymous said...

Good friends are very hard to thank! esp when you see thrm every day.
Walt

Earl said...

What ever the doctor has done, I am very happy that you are still there writing, I wish I could tell you that your self image will merge with the reality - but your mind is better than that simplicity. For sure, you will never look as good as digital enhancement could make you, and you will always strike fear into the hearts of your enemies - and never because of what you look like, only because of your beliefs and lovely shooting skills.

Anonymous said...

You'll look beautiful, as always!

My forehead patched-area is hardly noticable, and I remain ugly.

These guys do good work.

gfa

Jeffro said...

I'd say your roomie is one in a million, but it's really more like one in infinity.

The real long term value is gonna be that you are still among us.

NotClauswitz said...

Heal well!

Justthisguy said...

Concur, and what they said. I must say I've never noticed your nose much anyway, in the few pics I've seen of your face. Now, had that been in the oral region, and impaired your ability to sneer at us, that would have been really unfortunate.

[goes and looks at Tam's "yachting" photo] Yup, the nose is not involved in the sneer, so you're good to go!

Anonymous said...

I did exactly the same thing and had my wife change the dressing for a few weeks until the stitches came out. After that, it's easier to deal with seeing it and dealing with the wound care yourself.

Oh, and Stop Touching It!

Carl H said...

Like I used to tell my puppy dog. Heel, dammit! Or is that Heal, dammit, in this case? Well, you get the idea. Be well.


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Bobbi,

Good on ya!

NAVIGATOR said...

DING HAO KID PIECE OF CAKE !

Kristophr said...

It's still not too late to start a collection for a gold prosthetic.

Scott J said...

To echo Justthisguy I was viewing some pics you have public on Facebook and I'm not sure how anyone could notice anything other than your eyes.

Home on the Range said...

You've come a long way in the healing process. I'm glad you had Bobbie around to help.

roland said...

Bobbi sounds like an ace friend. You'll be there when she needs you, that's how it works.
And if either of you need anything don't be shy, we gotcha.

Old NFO said...

Friends do things for friends... :-) Hang in there Lady! And thanks to Roberta for stepping up!

Aesop said...

Glad you're still around to be healing.

When it's over, just remember the words of Linus Cauldwell:
"The nose plays."

The Great and Powerful Oz said...

Lucky you, I had to do all my own bandaging. Twice.

Mark/GreyLocke said...

As long as you possess the same soul, your looks don't matter to any of us on-line followers/stalkers. :o)

We come here for the snark, insight and good conversations that pop up in your comment section. Plus your zingers are QOTD worthy netwide.

Steve Skubinna said...

You're lucky in a lot of ways.

Tango Juliet said...

More good news!

Justthisguy said...

Oh, Tam, there is something to be said for embracing the icky-poo.

I mind the time, when I was a kid, when I did something stupid with a model rocket motor. I got my eyelids shut just in time, not soon enough to save the lashes, but soon enough to save the eyeballs. My Mom heard me screaming and saw me rolling on the ground, and hauled me off to the ER.

As it turned out, all I had was a nasty-looking superficial powder
burn, with, yes, the worst part on my nose, which eventually healed up just fine.

Now, bear with me, here. The burn really amounted to nothing more than a bad sunburn, but I was able to use the ugly appearance of it to gross out the girl sitting next to me in Algebra class to the point of nausea. The teacher ejected me! It was fun!

Really, the only fun part of being a revolting casualty is the opportunity to gross other people out.

Those of us with Y chromosomes don't mind rocking our wounds and scars. I understand it's different for gals.

Really, though, Tam, I think you missed a great opportunity to gross people out, by displaying wounds and scars. On third thought, scars look better on guys than gals, so I hope yer nose heals up into an indetectible repair.

JohnnyCarcinogen said...

A while ago, in a different country, I ended up with cellulitis on the outside of my ankle. While it wasn't a matter of "couldn't bear to look at it", it was a matter of level 8 pain and difficulty to clean. I, like you had a true friend willing to suck up the grossness. We spent a hour and a half squeezing out all the puss, with him cutting at it with a knife and telling me to shut up every time I complained. A friend that will help you with nasty things is an indespensable resource. Good on Bobbi!