No sleep last night at all. Didn't take any Vicodin or Ambien, decided to try a glass red wine instead. No sleep. None. At all. Woke up this morning and the whole left side of my face was killing me. Like serious just pain, from my eye down through my teeth. The good news is the right side of my face feels fine.
Went in to the office for a meeting then headed to see the ENT. Apparently things look pretty good, and I have a 92% chance of this working for two years or more. Or something like that. I didn't want to sound like an idiot who didn't understand statistics (especially since I have that fancy economics degree), so I didn't ask anything else. The ENT said all is well and that I don't need to come back, at all. I was cleared for takeoff, literally (I can get on a plane, I can run, work out, golf, etc).
When he told me I didn't have to come back I have to admit it was a little weird, because, in spite of the very brief interaction with this particular doctor, I kind of felt like he is my doctor now. Certainly he figured out my problem and solved it, quickly, and far better than my ex-PCP had done. I've never been to a specialist for a specific issue before (other than an endodontist, who I assumed I would meet with again in the future), so I was actually kind of sad, because I can say now that I actually trust this doctor. And no, the ridiculously good looking, same last name as my wonderful Irish/Canadian mother has nothing to do with it. Nothing.
So tomorrow it really is "nose back to the grindstone". Hopefully the headaches will go away, and I will be able to actually sleep. I don't mind that I have no appetite, because the scale keeps going down. I'm going for my first run tomorrow in 23 days. Life goes on.
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