Everyone Has One

I’m talking about a nose.

I’m also talking about a quirk with some bodily task, function, obsession that might partner with that nose or your choice of body part. You might have the desire that your fingernails be trimmed to a certain length. All the time. Or maybe it’s your toenails. What if that big toe catches on your sock and tries to push through to freedom? Does it make you crazy enough to throw your shoes and socks off, race to get the clippers and take care of the little bugger? Not that that’s ever happened to me, mind you. But does that bother you?

Ears. Do you need to inspect your ears and Q-Tip them until they’re pink? Or could it be the eyebrows with the willy-nilly antennae reaching for Mars? Do you snag the strays and release a relaxing breath?

My personal quirk is that I enjoy a clean nose. It drives me crazy to feel any material in my nostrils. I have issues, so I have tissues with me at all times. I try to be discreet in public and will excuse myself to take care of any debris I’m suddenly aware of. I will drill to China for a clean nose. It’s become an art.

But, I’ve been challenged for almost a week now. I had surgery on my nose to remove a be-damned basal cell cancer. A tumor was hiding down where that cute little bump connects the nose to the face. It was large enough that the surgeon had to rebuild my little bump and nostril. I’ve endured swelling, many stitches, of which Doc would win a blue ribbon in a quilting competition, and a closed nostril due to said swelling. No clean nose for days. Now, almost a week later, there is still a partial blockage to access material. I’ve devised a plan so I don’t hurt my nose and still get some satisfaction of clearing the material, which we all know are boogers. I hate boogers in my nose.

So, there you have it. My confession given under extreme circumstances of not being able to take care of a personal hygienic issue, of which I’m handling, not so much with grace but with humor and extreme stress of not being able to let go and blow this nose to kingdom come. Soon. Soon enough. The stitches come out tomorrow.

9 thoughts on “Everyone Has One

  1. Sister, I knows of which you speak. My bandana handkerchiefs are a trademark of my less than dainty booger disposal system. Hope yours returns to normal activity soon.

  2. Sue,

    I am so happy to hear that you are getting better. That is all I care about. I don’t care if your nose is not perfect. I care about the person and our friendship. Take care of yourself and wishing you a speedy recovery.
    Your friend always,
    Joe

    1. Thanks Joe. I’m recovering very well. The wound is almost healed and I’m not concerned about being perfect. There is only one Perfect One and that’s the way it’s meant to be. My surgeon did an amazing job. I just hope a little spot that has shown up won’t give him more work. Calling my derm today. Prayers always welcomed. Susie

  3. I needed a laugh today. While I was driving to work at 7 am already stressed, I was searching for something to laugh at to wipe away the stress and gave up and stayed sad. You cured me. I love you.

    1. I’m glad this made you feel better, my friend. That’s what I’m here for. That and my sparkling talent of acting like I know what I’m doing. 🙂 Love you, too. Suz

  4. Susie – I have hyperactive airway disease that always affects my nose first. I have your problem pretty much most of the time. So I hear you. When I hear people complain about their large nose including my first husband, I would kiss the ground for that issue as opposed to my asthmatic condition. You will be fine and back to status quo before you know it. Take care.

    Patty

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