Hey, want to have some fun?
Take a look at your nose. See how normally-sized it is? Pretty small and stuff, right? Maybe a few centimeters across?
This afternoon, my doctor pulled two plastic splints out of mine, each the about one-and-a-half times the size of a silver dollar and shape of a smashed penny (I just looked at them again, because he sterilized them so I could keep them as a souvenir) When he was done, I had this overwhelming compulsion to get my ass to Mars.
I instantly felt 100% better, and when he told me that I can resume all my normal activities (albeit slowly, over several weeks) - including the glorious consumption of Guinness - I thought I was going to cry with joy and relief.
I know that my doctor has lots of patients, and I know that taking care of all of us is his job, but throughout this entire process, from my first consultation to the removal of my splints this afternoon, he and his entire surgical team and office staff made me feel like I was his only one. I'm an extremely lucky, happy, and grateful guy. Who can finally breathe normally. Though his nose.
Huzzah!
