<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 14:43:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Rhinoblog</title><description>&quot;Beauty depends on size as well as symmetry.&quot; -Aristotle  &#xa;Ain&#39;t that the truth.</description><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-6536906973665328092</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T13:48:38.392-05:00</atom:updated><title>People Have Their Noses Bobbed For Love</title><atom:summary type="text">In case you hadn&#39;t noticed, a lot of things bug me. I think I&#39;m going to sound like a broken record on this theme, but I want to talk a bit about being right with yourself. Several months ago, a very dear (guy) friend of mine asked me what was wrong with him that needed fixing in order to be more successful in dating.SeeqPod - Playable SearchLet&#39;s back up a second. Before I had my nose done, my </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-have-their-noses-bobbed-for-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RZwhGvq7SZpuLhVSbbgbth7P2GtTLlp6aMAIykrLdNPLJz8dHCGFK39bSA6XaHRnCXmUb26tqGHVR0mIDZ9sXhMdKX_s0jsP3BSm_VF5KB6CfPXzq6zYiqlJPrNRG88QY2XZAZsozDkm/s72-c/misfitz-793621.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-5517517753807355481</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T10:37:41.368-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ask a Rhinoplasty Patient, Part IV</title><atom:summary type="text">Ok, don&#39;t get too excited here, what with ANOTHER blog post, and so soon. I felt rather chipper and literary, so thought I&#39;d write for you all. These things can&#39;t be forced, you know. I must feel inspired...Oh, let&#39;s face it: I&#39;m a pretty lazy person with a short attention span, and I&#39;m running out of things to write about within the realm of rhinoplasty. 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And my car hit 39,000 miles, so it&#39;s birthdays all around. As I wrote in my last blog post, back when Shelbyville was called Morganville, and it was the style to tie an onion on your belt, and nickles had bumblebees on them, I have a lot of </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-get-that-lot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMYIpPnQjyYicDi210-5mRg6DEJdTSobxZVipFgSHYayeXbMeWXw4F8BOt9lRZLU4Vlg2pgRIbgFVNvcXRoJMXMaklweTYYidfUGMhWkrAYvZ_nfGEoltS_1mehGzkDjAsTwbXPcH4LEg/s72-c/simpsons8.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-1191593318875850280</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T23:55:06.546-04:00</atom:updated><title>Achtung!  Papers, Bitte!</title><atom:summary type="text">So here&#39;s another post-rhino hazard you might run into.The last couple of weekends, I&#39;ve been &quot;down the shore&quot; as we say back home. My friend &quot;Asia&quot; (who is neither asian nor a porn star...that&#39;s a funny story for another day) invited me and a bunch of girlfriends down and we ended up at a joint called Seacrets both weekends and another place called Fager&#39;s Island on the 4th of July.Now, being as</atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/achtung-papers-bitte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13qekpMcfcdICf3qqhEYQ3kYMojEJhGZRylONV913k3M4VaOY8gBonlE7R3gXGLco_Jq9kQJBpX1rqmaxN6QoCLEjUaOldsw9xHnFY3ci-U6FlQJpBCy5hinZ2scXHS3d6uin5WyQUMEv/s72-c/demem.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-3577257484964797810</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T21:26:23.402-04:00</atom:updated><title>Black Eyes and Dead Guys</title><atom:summary type="text">Back in college, I worked as a temp on the summer breaks. I had some pretty interesting assignments, one of which placed me at a cemetery for most of the summer before my junior year. I learned about the business side of death and burials, and acquired a dark sense of humor about it all. PLEASE STOP READING IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED. Thank you, Mgmt.My boss was an overweight woman in her 30s who</atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-eyes-and-dead-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXzlpSJ7BGE9x2-Pzmj2CRO1YspDNmgRDdaCSZ2K83qX3c6zCvKEvxZnx8G0mxT7dTh6jO63_iueaM3GJ0s-f_jyMMtTMvGxK0JmHK7VA3As81Y27-Su9AvmUtnJkBSGljfvACZqKErqQi/s72-c/theTemp.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-3988211966907239128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T00:04:37.641-04:00</atom:updated><title>Go Get Yourself Some Cheap Sunglasses</title><atom:summary type="text">So here&#39;s a problem I&#39;ve never had before.I wear BIG Jackie/Anna Wintour/Edith Head-type sunglasses.  I have since high school. The thing is, I can&#39;t find the damned things since the surgery.  (BTW, in a little bit of blog continuity, Edith Head designed the costumes for Tippi Hedren in The Birds).The other day, I was up in town and had some time to kill around lunch, so I ducked into the </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-get-yourself-some-cheap-sunglasses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEime0p7MlaIM89O6TbO-Sn5liZvYV46hwyWKVFEVuNKLSUNDxzd7aU8tLBuXcwRpdY3K_sVzLY4gif9OPrSy3LrcgQ0kNtHL7fzvdoDcql6J0o5neJSlK251zavXtqo6iS4R25KlxHGZPRg/s72-c/edith+head.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-6049254718716476831</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T10:19:39.064-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Visit With Doc</title><atom:summary type="text">One of Doc&#39;s nurses stuck me in a surgery room (I think….It had one of those giant lights that fade to dark as someone slowly loses consciousness on a gurney on television) while I waited the half-hour until he could see me for my 3-month appointment. 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Sorry...I&#39;ve had business...and have been feeling kind of down, in general, over the last week or two...Not really anything appropriate to blog about.I have some creepy dreams.  Mostly I have nightmares, but some of them actually send me messages, though I wouldn&#39;t really say they&#39;re prophetic since it&#39;s probably my subconscious trying to get a message through to </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/only-in-my-dreams-thank-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GUU64dKeQfzb56UaM3cNB9poTEWnA4sa7kshwB7tOug3lSDVKp_Ua5NFxc9tlUgCRZBCFWssn5oFkwIW3-XYUbPOOc-QvxBRGaHx9v7isrzsC030auXq6hN9jgfKrbbt-v6dcHejrp3S/s72-c/wile+e+coyote.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-1654027923014919854</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-09T00:17:33.814-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bully for You</title><atom:summary type="text">At the risk of sounding like a polemicist after ranting about mawkish advertising campaigns and insipid literature, I want to tell you about something I read today that bothered me and that I think I need to address to anyone who is thinking about going through with cosmetic surgery.A gal wrote about how she had an awful nose and was picked on in school and because of that, she always felt bad </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/bully-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BmI2memIVrgv1MykHqAzAHBLtZPdhxfiJQhEMS71jg3qhgxW4T2lKexhwHN-Uh4NLYJ0N1otggyshwFZ1GkFAolA21CwaNJ98pziosqpqaJcc2nGQ5ts_y3iI3jzwcVg7nzfuJCkZMRr/s72-c/wildenstein.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-5771452000579035558</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T09:03:02.097-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ask a Rhinoplasty Patient, Part III</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Rhinoplasty Patient,Can you blow your nose?Love,EveryoneDear Everyone,I&#39;m finally getting around to this question; I get it ALL the time.  I&#39;ll try not to be graphic.   But first, I went to the Kleenex website looking for a picture of a box of tissues.  I&#39;d like to pre-apologize to Eileen if this is her client, but, really now, their slogan is &quot;let it out&quot; and they allow you, nay, encourage </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/ask-rhinoplasty-patient-part-iii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvYfN41GGWy68xlFqKlpPEQw8iRvaxekB-y_4LDDGZh37zOsZBVaFvrES7XOxWmLBrl0LCoIsl5_3h3U384EJktuQlAoTslvje6ab_mAEplsgXkSBIzp7n1u-5VrDkQja0_HCKX_TswNS/s72-c/tissue.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-7407544516059683452</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-03T00:53:37.238-04:00</atom:updated><title>What Is Beauty?</title><atom:summary type="text">Elle Woods and I often have conversations about plastic surgery and various other cosmetic enhancements (dunno, Elle—had the shine treatment done last weekend…hair doesn’t seem much shinier). Anyway, we had a discussion about how your face gets thinner as you age and about how things like Restylane make you look younger (evidently, it doesn’t just “fill in” the wrinkles like you might think, it </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1JGN-A0eYFkaTkjuFU0J6ad7vXgMGlZdezzBI3RK0Dokn_RE4BO60eImhurI0nuNoVEiM3PTzNUxt3S4wjB7ohV6eRMPyODe1chF1_zyagixp_CzfBRRCOiKTH3ZZHCYzWbQ6aaFEMce/s72-c/DSCN1380.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-8511930754717225062</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T01:11:43.944-04:00</atom:updated><title>Excuses, excuses</title><atom:summary type="text">A wise person once said, don&#39;t complain, don&#39;t explain. Well, my readers generally ask me what the hell I&#39;m doing if I&#39;m not blogging. If you must know, my roommate&#39;s been out of town, so I&#39;ve been luxuriating in the...luxury...that&#39;s afforded one who is once again living alone, albeit temporarily, namely, wandering around the apartment en déshabillé, reading books (just knocked off Kitchen </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/excuses-excuses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkw85QlULaKBnFP5jAr6H0EOeYkFsncwPpgzcB6Hev0o7cmnSggTkpZuBNNAWrRFc2fzbOH9MF4ewQIGpEwq5hUs4v_o30MLhM6PaxUlLNWmR_wI-omrIe_yEE9wW8TWbWXeD_Iy14_dSy/s72-c/DSCN1357.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-2621508920233533778</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T01:05:24.218-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Anniversary!</title><atom:summary type="text">Once upon a time, I worked a few cubes down from this guy whom I call &quot;Sexual Harassment Dave.&quot; Dave was a goofball, and not in the funny, lovable sense, but more in the what-are-you-thinking sense. Dave used to do things like proposition the receptionist and send vulgar Christmas cards to the ladies in the building&#39;s hair salon. We actually didn&#39;t know about all this until after he left. Weird </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qOeebc7Q2u7Bdtknw2vneUcPN46aRP0-uHOy8a3GLe7eLZSO3eIEilG6U5hXsFihkdV6eKfAm4O7KWaJyrUf1LE00WxNXaDheH4NypNcIIhSUPdlbfVMQvFuJj48ltTI83yFsqUhFn88/s72-c/tulips2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-6141859829922139267</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T00:35:01.105-04:00</atom:updated><title>Crazy Thoughts, Part III (Plus Bonus Crazy Actions!!!)</title><atom:summary type="text">Sorry I haven&#39;t blogged in a while, friends. It&#39;s been a busy few weeks here in my world and I&#39;m broadcasting live from next to a stack of unread books, some stuff I keep meaning to take to Goodwill, and a highboy whose drawers I can&#39;t shut all the way without refolding their contents. The point is, my life has given in to entropy lately.Anyway, my biggest nose news of this week involved a trip </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-thoughts-part-iii-plus-bonus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxttHYel1OqLbxbKXIVFrinYT6bWEMiWma2mGw4VBCbMeXOeWtrvcPETNKe9O4x8OPbDsN3BJnBdyS2nAOIIloYkAVHr-38rpK-Z5aDS3I2INBBle9BzQa63jSEnJRj4aUQ8PTOKSONRod/s72-c/mj_nose.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-8945747809171120476</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-08T10:05:32.444-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wearing a Face That I Keep in a Jar</title><atom:summary type="text"> To further prove to you that I DO wake up and put on proper clothes and some makeup and brush my hair and go to an office and do something all day that doesn&#39;t involve this blog, here&#39;s a shot of me dressed: not in a robe or a nightgown, but an ironed shirt and all kitted out to go to work.My bruises are all gone, I&#39;m just still waiting on that one eye to heal, but it&#39;s coming along. The strange</atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/wearing-face-that-i-keep-in-jar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXUFTTQLMCaKkRUEJuH7n9S_RPklpnbW1Q_4rfXZhDn22u11pTxqVclWQKxEIGBMVIA9IJyFWJsydLUB-AwSlfVwjrryea2BeTv9cAaPJOnWsuGWepXSsjvD9YcaiJpSjHa5M2CCwicbk/s72-c/DSCN1322-1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-5798654584791151025</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T08:51:42.016-04:00</atom:updated><title>Here We Are Now, Entertain Us!</title><atom:summary type="text">My friend Carter suggested that I needed some nice photos of myself up here at the Rhinoblog.  I guess the no-makeup self-portraits of me in the bathroom or at the dresser aren&#39;t all that flattering, but, well, this is a public service here all in the name of science.   I aim to give you the unvarnished story of my surgery, no glamor shots allowed.  But, because I&#39;m also here for your </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-we-are-now-entertain-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdQOU74H2hJoaOGH3rMLR1B98c94oknWx1eS-8Tnc29DbqYE2iflVce4g7lhu5LU-6Q2tnaCtanKBLg5bq0bpE0UUyjLHoh-YjU_pKCknQYQjqZ-WG8jjc2H2e4jOXSdRNmn7XgtlZQXX/s72-c/DSCN1317.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-9106109643368447370</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T23:08:41.970-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ask a Rhinoplasty Patient, Part II (UPDATED)</title><atom:summary type="text">Elle Woods asks: First, is the 4th Season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer the one where Angel goes bad? I loved that season best. Second, if it takes a nose so long to heal how to celebrities sort of get away with hiding it? Dear Elle,Thank you for asking! No, the fourth season of BtVS was the one where Buffy went to college and Angel ran off to L.A. (and his own show). Angel goes bad in “Surprise,” </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/ask-rhinoplasty-patient-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhToaTrBTHHzQQEvjYHCcKigjeCEz7QzJtenaHtVWQc9AuDzKBgBW5nRDufOeANjCDLEZTQ_qn2qMOjJ_EAKvQctDZ59KTHuqSIHPLihHZXSYsCE7-LumPG-VE8lyffYskkS9i0dlYf2bDz/s72-c/legally__blonde_l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-2137362400396143806</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T00:46:16.461-04:00</atom:updated><title>I Can&#39;t Feel My Face, Steve!</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t watch TV.  OK, occasionally, I&#39;ll put on the History Channel or Discovery, but there hasn&#39;t been a show that I HAD to watch since the fourth season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.   I only have cable because it comes free with the rent.  As a result, most pop culture references go over my head.  Supermarket tabloids puzzle me: I don&#39;t know who most of the &quot;famous people&quot; are.   My roommate </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-feel-my-face-steve.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4AAMDx4u1dPzex1h0-3RYObrDKlNz-C8k0YjDHkbLH7Mk6aBgDmXdE-yMudCwXRB2NHMVWnJlz0taKEp9qcACksks1Nuw5_EJXIIR_K-ZOogL2dgpVk4w_GS4BOb6y42S9GskUIW1yvW/s72-c/mcmahon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-8386868339892735783</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T00:49:20.966-04:00</atom:updated><title>Post-Op Visit</title><atom:summary type="text">OK.  I&#39;ve about had it with these pictures with this screwed-up eye.  I look like I am Quasimodo, or someone with a wandering eyeball.  This picture is from today, incidentally.  I shouldn&#39;t really complain; my bruises are light enough that I can cover them up pretty effectively, it&#39;s just the blood in the eye.  Incidentally, when you break a blood vessel in your eye, people feel compelled to </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-op-visit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4s9JzA3TXyPFfj0uyaR26FBWJWG9bOtiGcs5EQlFTi_FZD17UNAc58xz1JSjwxgalrs-eD3LOZMXvkauKNkS-eepk4V9k4RGbOKrTzWPm5WvzTjBTB9coNDkcwG4m1h2HJbkMWRdo_Pp/s72-c/quasimodo+whipped+closeup.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-416596290929521317</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T23:56:39.418-04:00</atom:updated><title>Crowd Control</title><atom:summary type="text">When I started writing this blog post last week, I was going to title it &quot;Crazy Thoughts, Part III,&quot; continuing my theme of batty things that I actually think and worry about. Over the weekend, though, I&#39;ve changed my mind and decided that being worried about OTHER crazy/klutzy people isn&#39;t an irrational fear.I think I&#39;ve established on this blog that I&#39;m really clumsy. I&#39;m off in my own little </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/crowd-control.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9l4GWLbClwHWIZc6zjm-sYLxeqxv7Ovi5jvd0ONoz13I0dm11oX0SWqLR9NDpgAsDkE3v7A4q7jDEYs8AJ4PsiLgbYTxAeeFp1Jc1s0G3M9nPQqcqKFW5MYehu5P2lRIIMIm4Cm_jLOqJ/s72-c/1bang_crowd.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-8445809604946834041</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T08:28:24.228-04:00</atom:updated><title>Something and Nothing</title><atom:summary type="text">Ok, so I can&#39;t think of anything at all interesting to write that doesn&#39;t involve research and a dissertation, which I&#39;m far too tired to begin at this point. I came home from work, washed my face and took these pictures. I&#39;m really excited because my bruises are going away--nearly gone now--and my other eye is thinking about healing. Here&#39;s a weird bad thing, though--on the right side of my face</atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-and-nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe3KACiu-7x-1kr6Zylauux5HdvbEl_FfohFnEZKZRWkMfiWhWdwVfe3d4Yl26znbFCvNKFsvMndaKMO597vhQ2sZcE07C3URsdF3wAStblrzP2Dc9doFP-KNxUWm1uIyP1-LMpdX1S95/s72-c/DSCN1295.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-3509337235514866071</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-26T22:47:01.782-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ask a Rhinoplasty Patient</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve decided to publish the questions I get from folks where the answers would be helpful. Dear Rhinoplasty Patient,Can you get your nose wet now?Yes! Now that the splint is off, I&#39;m free to wash my nose and take a shower without worrying about it. My nose is still very delicate, though, so washing my face isn&#39;t the slapdash process it once was. The bruise makeup is heavy-duty stuff, so I VERY </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/ask-rhinoplasty-patient.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5lDoHQdMPudRYpyTmvqGZy4zcSqMsy8iiZCQ3JSvOlbp2VZDXvLO_k6IijqEZTgXY_fDvwXQTYP6NpUGu5u1_s1dUxeUk3k6RTcuJqB3ZDkG8KQ-3DPf4kulIoGt8I-9gjoLZaL0PfVm/s72-c/fountain+pen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-2966385770501824773</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-25T08:09:46.909-04:00</atom:updated><title>Put On a Little Makeup, Makeup, Be Sure To Show Your Good Side, Good Side</title><atom:summary type="text">Any men reading this probably want to skip to another post or go back to watching the game. This evening&#39;s post has to do with makeup.If you have a nose job and your bruises are anything like mine, they&#39;re...arresting. You&#39;ll be stared at and not in a good way. Assuming you don&#39;t want people to think your boyfriend beats you or you find an awful lot of doors to walk into, you need to cover that </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/put-on-little-makeup-makeup-be-sure-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9a_rzfCUQthCL6dwBfbadv0nukXeDRzRlLIcQ09km8x4QfOwkHgNxxKu6sgDn3m_RwdPZayPZTqwCjm0CXWqGPaf_336cMXJXuGDG1yaOtFJszk8VVUMoSE3Pa2UjmoRhxJduPU-xEiQp/s72-c/DSCN1271.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-1534245578793183772</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T09:50:01.010-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Unveiling!</title><atom:summary type="text">Usually after you see people after a makeover on TV, they look a bit better, no?  Here I am at Doc&#39;s office just after getting my splint off.  Getting the splint off hurt a bit, it&#39;s velcroed to your face, so there was a lot of pulling.  I expected that I might feel some relief from the pressure on my nose that I&#39;ve felt all week, but I didn&#39;t get it.  My nose still feels kinda stiff and it&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/unveiling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZdYEeZck_qSdK5qRlpW8W9lApWVP5q7ySSVx-395ObVETCRIWi62tmzVjvBHZA9ZBOkFJa7n_b26yukkyJiPjR2Wcc-7zYGHvFNBdK4QyS3FI0rmc3BN0IYE_U0rcbTQZjNktmT9J0Nx/s72-c/DSCN1267-2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542766001887012164.post-5756154529783125726</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-23T22:07:01.435-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Easter!</title><atom:summary type="text">Ahhhh!!! Big miracles, little miracles today. Although I didn&#39;t rise from the dead (only seems like it), today is a much better day. I didn&#39;t want to scare all my friends at Easter dinner, so I put on some makeup and did my hair and put on proper clothes today. Here&#39;s Mom and me (so you can finally see her nose!)--I&#39;m not looking so dead today! My face is less puffy, nose is less piggy, and </atom:summary><link>http://rhinoplastyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6rDKztz8S6n7XAZzRpv36Xkm7M2KQsFwOdRDJYcNWlap17NWQVb3Xm9s6fiUOnX5xvgaMBajxOIoK4LPIh6rIlhIdFycwnMLeSe6bWi2a_cBqgq2cvLAMMhylqaDVBa107-Nouq_pqHG/s72-c/Resurrection.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>