Apparently, polyps have a place to hide, and it's up my nose. I have tried to expel them with drugs and nettie pots, but they thwart any attempt I make with their 6 fierce teeth and bug eyes (shown above). Before I knew they had moved in, I thought I was just stuffy from the weather and tried to blow them out. Ouch.
The thing about having polyps growing in my nose is that they keep me from smelling and tasting very much. It's had more of an effect on my life than I thought it would and it's not a good effect. Since they are so damn stubborn and won't move out, the days on which I can smell and taste are few and far between.
On the occasions that I regain those two elusive senses, I can usually be found running around my house, making sure there are no funky smells. Today, for about 10 minutes, I could smell and taste and that's a banner day for me. I was out and about and I caught whiffs of perfume, fall and cars. Even though I don't much like perfumes or the smells cars make, I was happy to finally smell fall. Yum.
Unfortunately, it's time for surgery, which basically amounts to, disgustingly enough, a D&C in your nostrils. Gross, but then again most surgery is. Unfortunately, I have no insurance, so it will have to wait.
I'm hoping to have them removed in time for the wedding so I can taste the catering and smell my new husband who wears bay rum and Jymn's Special Sauce.
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