At This Point, Jumping on the 5-star Bandwagon - White Plains, NY

Ugh, to anyone who is (still) interested in the nitty-gritties of my life and anxieties post-op:

I experienced a freak-out earlier this weekend, accidentally having put (what I thought was) a lot of pressure on my nose right after the cast was removed. I was nursing a migraine (these are not unusual for me), while I was having an intense conversation with someone else, so I wasn't being — um, let's call it — "kinesthetically aware." Attempting to alleviate the pain of the migraine, I was pushing hard on the glabella above my eyes (I think it's called that?), something I do habitually during these episodes. It was like I forgot I just had surgery, and magically, that I was totally healed and didn't need to exercise any caution whatsoever about the ways in which I wanted to contort my body. (Cast off = I am invincible!) Um, no. Unfortunately, I was placing so much pressure on my forehead that my hand slipped down and hit the root of my nasal bone pretty hard. My husband and I both heard this slight "pop" sound, and we just stared at each other with our eyes widened, each of us thinking in tandem, "Nooooo!"

I really thought I had (re-)broken my nose. Since it was about 1am on a Saturday morning, I couldn't really call anyone, so my husband and I decided to watch it and see what happened. No bruising, no swelling, no *really* noticeable change (though it seems like my nose keeps changing on an hourly basis this week.) Monday arrived, and I called Dr. C. Even though he said I *could* drive down to his office and that he would be happy to examine my nose, he also said that I probably didn't do anything detrimental, given that there was no new bruising or bleeding or swelling. He was really, really nice about answering my questions and taking my call. Still, I can't shake the feeling that I probably ruined the whole operation, even though I've been trying as hard as possible to be a really compliant patient!

Anyway, I thought once the surgery was done, all my anxiety would melt away. Nope. Now I'm paranoid that I'm messing things up left and right! (For example, as I was typing that last sentence, I just, ummm, bumped my nose slightly against my coffee cup trying to take a drink. It hurt. Rhinoplasty is probably ruined. See what I mean...?)

I bought a softball mask that was really cheap online — one that you doesn't touch any part of the nose and protects your face from flying objects. My husband was like, "Seriously? You're just going to wear that around the house for the next month? You're nuts." Yes I am, and yes I am. But at least I know myself well enough to know that I cannot NOT be a klutz.

Anyone else experience anything similar or feel the same way?

I just wanted to say that my cast came off yesterday, and I was so incredibly happy with my results. My profile is GORGEOUS. My eyes look bigger, my lips look bigger, my cheekbones look higher. It's amazing.

My nose (after the cast came off) was really cute and petite. Of course, it's swollen like crazy in the past day, but I knew that was going to happen. As everyone says, it will go down in the next few months, and continue to improve over the next year.

I'm so happy! I will continue to update and answer questions, if anyone has them.

Sorry for the above typos and occasionally strained sentence constructions. (i.e., "and though he could articulate 'why' one person looked better in an AFTER SHOT AS OPPOSED TO A BEFORE SHOT than I could, it was clearly evident to both me and my husband that, within the constraints of ONE's own personal anatomy, general laws of physics, and patient compliance, he could deftly turn a duckling into a swan...").