The next day, day 2 I was told to see the ENT doctor. Sure why not. So I was called into the office. I noticed something different. The hussle and bussle was gone. Previously his office was like rush hour and the doctor will die of stress before I die of cancer. Everyone was after his attention. But this time it was nice and serene. He even managed a hello, how are you. Well what can you say when one is leaking brain fluid? He says "come, sit". So I do and he squirts his happy juice into my nose. What to do it was anaesthetic. I needed to wait a moment for it to work. As usual I look around, looking for interesting medical tidbits. Then I notice the label on the anaesthetic. C-o-c-a-i-n-e. Huh?. Happy juice? You gots to be kidding, cocaine! Man I needed to see this doctor more often. Can't let him have all the fun. No wonder it's always empty.
So up went the scope (a camera at the end of a stick). I see this white thing, some hardened booger on it and thats about it. But he can see more, he mentioned throbbing then he says, yes it was leaking CSF. I have no idea what he was looking at (maybe he took too much happy juice). I thought the white thing was some kind of gel to hold against the removed growth to prevent bleeding. He tried to remove the booger using a sucker. He was trying to get at it while at the same time it was like he was trying to remove my nose like Mr Potato. It was not going to come off, man it hurts. Hello, it hurts. But then he gave up his attempt to suck that stubborn booger. Man my nostril ached bad. He said he didn't want to disturb it. Better leave it alone for now, else it would bleed. Good idea. I will see you in a week. Ok.
Disclaimer: This entry is all in jest only. The cocaine is real but the implications are just for fun. No-one is inappropriately taking the juice, as far as I know anyways.
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