Got the snot locker rootered out. Range report
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2026 11:52 am
This is the 2nd time for me. The first was relatively pain free, and 10ish years ago. Obviously it wasn't permanent, or this wouldn't be a post right now. Initially, the difference from pre-op to waking up in recovery was pretty amazing. However, within 5ish years, I noticed breathing/smelling difficulties beginning to show up again. Eventually, my sinuses and nasal passage were completely blocked again. Not being a fan of the thought of breathing by subscription - and wanting to avoid follow-on surgery - I decided I would wait to address the problem a 2nd time, until I was closer to retirement and/or end of tour scenarios.
My doc convinced me to change my thoughts on that last December, and got me a consult with a surgeon. Fast forward to 9/21, and I went back under the knife, or endoscopic clipper, as it were. I woke up able to breathe through my nose immediately... like, REALLY breathe. The kind of breathing I could only remember vaguely. I slept on the couch most of that week, so I could sit up. My wife noticed I stopped snoring completely, and she actually came into the living room to make sure I hadn't stopped breathing, I was that quiet. Sleep improved immeasurably. I knew I wasn't getting the greatest sleep, but sometimes you can't see how bad something is until after you fix it. Apparently, sleep was like that for me. So was my sense of taste. No, I don't all of a sudden dress with flair... the food I eat has depth of flavor that I'd forgotten existed, if I ever truly appreciated it before. I'm kind of a foodie, and I love trying new things, but I've been walking around with my mouth watering for the past ten days, and it's a little embarrassing! Last, and certainly the high note of all of this: on Saturday, 5 days post-op, I smelled something for the 1st time in 6+ years... and I'm not ashamed to admit I got a little emotional. We ordered Mexican food, and when it arrived, I could smell the cilantro from several feet away. I'm a cilantro guy. I likes me some cilantro. I was overjoyed that I could smell... well, anything... but that olfactory punch in the face was almost intimidating.
Recovery has been a breeze. I had ZERO pain, and damned little of what I would call discomfort. My nose area is tender, but not sore. This whole experience has me wondering why I waited so long.
My doc convinced me to change my thoughts on that last December, and got me a consult with a surgeon. Fast forward to 9/21, and I went back under the knife, or endoscopic clipper, as it were. I woke up able to breathe through my nose immediately... like, REALLY breathe. The kind of breathing I could only remember vaguely. I slept on the couch most of that week, so I could sit up. My wife noticed I stopped snoring completely, and she actually came into the living room to make sure I hadn't stopped breathing, I was that quiet. Sleep improved immeasurably. I knew I wasn't getting the greatest sleep, but sometimes you can't see how bad something is until after you fix it. Apparently, sleep was like that for me. So was my sense of taste. No, I don't all of a sudden dress with flair... the food I eat has depth of flavor that I'd forgotten existed, if I ever truly appreciated it before. I'm kind of a foodie, and I love trying new things, but I've been walking around with my mouth watering for the past ten days, and it's a little embarrassing! Last, and certainly the high note of all of this: on Saturday, 5 days post-op, I smelled something for the 1st time in 6+ years... and I'm not ashamed to admit I got a little emotional. We ordered Mexican food, and when it arrived, I could smell the cilantro from several feet away. I'm a cilantro guy. I likes me some cilantro. I was overjoyed that I could smell... well, anything... but that olfactory punch in the face was almost intimidating.
Recovery has been a breeze. I had ZERO pain, and damned little of what I would call discomfort. My nose area is tender, but not sore. This whole experience has me wondering why I waited so long.