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I was attending the bachelor party of a friend in Slidell last night. It was a very laid back version, just a group of us hanging around his place drinking and barbecuing. He has a dog, a dachshund Jack Russell terrier mix who is about 6, and has a coloring very similar to Snoopy. Over the course of the night we had made friends. He was very sweet, let me pet him, I tossed his ball and he would bring it back to me. Not long after I ate, I crouched on the floor next to him and began to pet him and say sweet things. Perhaps it was the drunken state I was in, or perhaps I'm simply too used to cats, but I got the idea to nuzzle my face against his. Apparently, this is something he is not cool with as he responded by making two or three very fast bites to the bridge of my nose.
The guys rushed me over to Slidell Memorial. It's there that I start hearing the doctors mention reconstructive plastic surgery and as you can imagine panic set in. Thank God for this absolutely wonderfully sweet nurse who managed to get me to relax. Everyone I communicated with for the rest of the entire night, for the record, was incredibly kind and patient and sweet, and I could not be more grateful for them all, even though I didn't get to see most of their faces. My friend and his fiancee were also wonderfully kind to me, and I kept apologizing to them for messing things up so close to their wedding and they kept apologizing to me for the dog's actions. For the record, I certainly do not blame them and I don't blame the dog either.. dogs are funny about their personal space and I accidentally violated his. It was my stupid mistake.
I'm now up to date on my tetanus shot and I have a CD which contains a cat-scan of my face, if I ever have the guts to look at it.
Tulane hospital apparently has the best plastic surgeons for this kind of problem so Slidell called them and arranged to have me sent over there. I got to ride in an ambulance, and by that point the morphine had kicked in and I was apparently relaxed/loopy enough to make one of the EMTs laugh. After a bit of waiting the plastic surgeons arrived and confirmed that yes, I would have to go to the operating room to have it fixed up. So they put me under anesthesia and a couple hours later it was all done. A couple hours after that for recovery and I am now home.
I've got a bandage on my nose that won't be removed until Tuesday when I go see the plastic surgeon again. I also can't get it wet, which should be a fun challenge. Fortunately, the bite didn't remove anything, it just tore it up and fractured my nose, so it was basically a matter of them putting everything back into the proper place. At the moment, they expect nothing to remain but a scar, which I'll have to take care of and time will at least fade. I'm also on antibiotics to prevent infection and they gave me painkillers just in case, but so far what I'm feeling is soreness mixed with a sinus headache, so I'm not doping myself up if I don't have to. With any luck I'll be going to work Monday where I will have to tell the story over and over again to my concerned coworkers.
The guys rushed me over to Slidell Memorial. It's there that I start hearing the doctors mention reconstructive plastic surgery and as you can imagine panic set in. Thank God for this absolutely wonderfully sweet nurse who managed to get me to relax. Everyone I communicated with for the rest of the entire night, for the record, was incredibly kind and patient and sweet, and I could not be more grateful for them all, even though I didn't get to see most of their faces. My friend and his fiancee were also wonderfully kind to me, and I kept apologizing to them for messing things up so close to their wedding and they kept apologizing to me for the dog's actions. For the record, I certainly do not blame them and I don't blame the dog either.. dogs are funny about their personal space and I accidentally violated his. It was my stupid mistake.
I'm now up to date on my tetanus shot and I have a CD which contains a cat-scan of my face, if I ever have the guts to look at it.
Tulane hospital apparently has the best plastic surgeons for this kind of problem so Slidell called them and arranged to have me sent over there. I got to ride in an ambulance, and by that point the morphine had kicked in and I was apparently relaxed/loopy enough to make one of the EMTs laugh. After a bit of waiting the plastic surgeons arrived and confirmed that yes, I would have to go to the operating room to have it fixed up. So they put me under anesthesia and a couple hours later it was all done. A couple hours after that for recovery and I am now home.
I've got a bandage on my nose that won't be removed until Tuesday when I go see the plastic surgeon again. I also can't get it wet, which should be a fun challenge. Fortunately, the bite didn't remove anything, it just tore it up and fractured my nose, so it was basically a matter of them putting everything back into the proper place. At the moment, they expect nothing to remain but a scar, which I'll have to take care of and time will at least fade. I'm also on antibiotics to prevent infection and they gave me painkillers just in case, but so far what I'm feeling is soreness mixed with a sinus headache, so I'm not doping myself up if I don't have to. With any luck I'll be going to work Monday where I will have to tell the story over and over again to my concerned coworkers.