I used to get made fun of for my nose. Yes, it's a little large, but I grew into it. I have embraced it. I have been asked if I'm European (...well..aren't we all?). Along with my hair it has worked to distinguish me and make me memorable. And what's more important than anything in being attractive is confidence...which I haven't lacked since the 9th grade.
But, I find myself a mouth breather now (when I'm exercising). And I would like to have the bump taken off my nose that appeared after the second time in my childhood that my face came in (violent) contact with a rock. I don't want to end up like my mother who I remember always saying she wanted to get her nose done. So last week, despite my semi-dire financial situation, I went to an ENT. A nice Jewish doctor that I waited 100 damn minutes for him to look up my nose say "yup, that's bad, very deviated septum and you have [insert long complicated name here than means the tissue on your nostrils is larger than normal further constricting the airway] and were you also thinking cosmetic"? Yes. "Yes, well then here is another Jewish doctor that can do both". $100 later I call the new doctor. Another $100 dollars for the new Doc to look at my nose and tell me to make another $100 appointment with him in his other office.
Well Christ on a cracker!! In three weeks I'll have spent $300 (or more, haven't gotten the bills yet and the new HSA insurance is iffy) on nothing! Seriously, nothing more than lights shining up my schnoz will have been done. But at least this next one is the time they take pictures of my face and show me what my nose could be. The thing is, I really am more interested in breathing right, ever since Doc 1 spread me open with his little nostril forceps and showed me what could be...what should be.
I can't wait. Oh sweet, sweet air through my filter-ous nostrils. I hope I can afford it.