25/02/2026
PEER Post D - What I Didn’t Expect 🌿
I didn’t expect Day 7 to be the day I wondered whether I had damaged my own surgical outcome.
Yesterday was my post-surgery follow-up after a complex nasal reconstruction. Everything looked exactly as expected. My surgeon removed the stitches along with both the internal and external splints. Up to that point, recovery had felt remarkably smooth.
Then yesterday evening, the swelling really took off.
My nose felt tighter, firmer, and noticeably more swollen. It made sense that swelling would increase. The follow-up itself involved a fair amount of manipulation, and I am still actively in the healing phase. At the time, though, that was all I noticed.
Later that night, while getting ready for bed, my thumb knuckle caught the sidewall of my nose and I heard a crunch. I immediately noticed what looked like a dent. By the next morning, it was still there, and that side felt more obstructed.
My brain moved quickly to an explanation. What went wrong? Was it the crushed cartilage placed in my nasal sidewalls? Did I cause permanent damage? Was the dent connected to the feeling of obstruction?
The theory formed quickly. I must have dented my nose. The sound was cartilage compressing. I convinced myself that a structural change had occurred.
It felt logical. It matched the timing. Once the idea formed, every new sensation seemed to support it.
Then my thinking shifted toward the swelling itself. The tightness felt more pronounced than expected. Given my history of constant non-pitted edema, intermittent pitted edema, and symptoms suggesting lymphatic and vascular involvement, I wondered whether my nose might be more sensitive to changes in sodium during recovery than the rest of my body.
Around days 4–5, I had resumed my normal diet, including electrolyte drinks for POTS support and a generous return to my beloved Tony Chachere’s Cajun seasoning. Looking back, my sodium intake increased abruptly. I also realized I had been sleeping under a heated blanket each night, a small comfort that may have quietly contributed to increased facial swelling during early healing.
Only later did I realize that the day swelling increased was unusually active for early recovery, including travel to appointments and errands I probably didn’t need to push through yet. I also realized I had resumed normal-sized meals again. Digestion itself is physiologically demanding, and larger meals may have added another layer of vascular and fluid shifts during a phase when my tissues were already reactive.
With all of that in mind, I decided to call my surgeon’s office.
With a mixture of concern and curiosity, I spoke with the on-call doctor for about 20 minutes. He listened carefully and explained that with such a complex surgical case, intervening without knowing the exact operative details could do more harm than good. My surgeon being out of state made waiting for follow-up reasonable, and scheduling an appointment for the day he returns felt logical.
He suggested the dent could represent an adhesion acting like Velcro, becoming more visible as swelling increased. His biggest concern was actually the degree of swelling itself. We discussed my sodium intake, my history of mixed edema symptoms, and possible lymphatic involvement. Together we agreed on a temporary plan: lowering sodium intake, supportive hydration, lymphatic-supportive measures, icing, and continuing to sleep elevated with a wedge pillow until I am seen.
After that conversation, my concern about the dent felt rational but no longer urgent. While updating my nurse friends about the swelling, something clicked.
The video I had sent Alyssa the night before was timestamped an hour before I bumped my nose.
The dent was already there.
Gentle saline care also significantly improved airflow, suggesting swelling and internal healing rather than structural damage.
That realization shifted everything.
The physiology started to make more sense.
I may not yet know the full explanation, but I am reminded how important it is to slow down before deciding what a symptom means.
Even with medical knowledge, discomfort and uncertainty can push us toward quick conclusions. Our brains are remarkably good at building coherent stories from incomplete information, especially when the body in question is our own.
Good clinical reasoning is not just forming hypotheses. It is actively looking for evidence that might prove us wrong.
This experience also reminded me that, having never gone through nasal surgery before, there truly is a learning curve in understanding how differently facial tissues heal.
Healing is not linear. Physiology is interconnected. Sometimes the most helpful question is not “What went wrong?” but “What else could explain this?”