Slowly, but surely getting used to the changes.

I am 24 and recently underwent a septoplasty/rhinoplasty. I have been going through a whirlwind of emotions. First off I wasn't sure what to expect with my surgery, and had it not been for this website and all the thought out questions and answers (we all seem to have) on this site I would be lost, so thank you.
I had the option of having it done by a military doctor with partial cost covered or by a double board certified cosmetic surgeon... so after much deliberation I went with the cosmetic surgeon. Now let me say I did my research and went with someone I felt very comfortable with.
So I went through my surgery and after all of that swelling and constipation from the medication I am having some trouble accepting my new nose. After reading many other stories, we all have our reasons for wanting to go through this surgery... and mine were not so different. I didn't like how it looked in pictures and I was always so self conscious due to bullying growing up. I have always been outgoing and good at hiding my insecurities, but I always knew deep down that I wanted to get this procedure.
So recovery was tough and still is. Not only am I nauseous one week after my surgery I also got terrible constipation due to the medications. My body hates me. I am a relatively healthy vegan and have been for three years. I am used to an active routine with green smoothies and organic fruits and veggies. But when I got this surgery I was very unprepared. I ate what people offered... which was soups, fruit smoothies, oatmeal, gatorade, pedialyte, and lots of water. It messed me up bad. After day 2 I had a yellowish goo oozing out of my pores from everything I was ingesting and I just wanted to be back to normal.
So here I am after getting my very first ccolon cleansing not sure how to accept my new nose. I guess in a way I had built this tough skin for all the years of being made fun of that I don't know how to accept this new chapter of my life. My husband, of 5 years, is on deployment and will not be seeing my face for another 5 months. I emailed him this morning trying so hard not to show him that I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I just kept saying that I wish he were home to tell me that everything was going to be ok. What I see when I look in the mirror is swelling, a motionless smile (because my upper lips don't move), and a slight piggyness to my nose (my worst fear), and healing scabs. I guess a large resason for this is because of people's reactions to when it was complete. My sister is a very humble and modest young lady and doesn't react to things like this. She simply told me it looked ok when I got my cast off. I guess i needed someone to just read my mind and know how insecure I was feeling. My Dad, whom I've had a falling out with didn't say anything when I say him. I began to think the worse and these thoughts followed me into the next day. I was constantly checking mirrors and feeling anxious. Sweaty palms and all. My worst fear was my husband not liking the way I look, even though he has always loved me no matter what. After I wrote him an email and closed my laptop, I jumped into my sisters bed and cried hysterically. It wasn't until I told her how I was really feeling that she reassured me that everything was going to be ok and that in fact my nose is very similar to my old nose just tweaked in places. We all that special someone to pull us through tough times and my sister was just that.
Over the course of the day, although nauseous, I felt much better. I wasn't sure what to expect and I assumed the worse. I have to accept that I am not 100% comfortable with my nose because I wasn't born with it. And like I said before, if it weren't for other people's responses and input to posts I would feel much more lost. We all have ways of coping with changes and although I am having a hard time I am grateful to be recovering and getting back to my routine. I will post pics as time unfolds to remind me of how far I've come and how much more I have to go.
I hope anyone having trouble with accepting their new look remembers to breath and step outside. Do things that make you feel better and don't get obsessed with other people's looks...
I have found some peace in writing this all out. Even if no one reads or responds, I hope I feel better from this point on.