I Got A Code In My Doze

I have an awful cold. Could be the flu, I ache, I’m running a fever and I’m generally miserable.  I’ve blown my nose a kajillion times and I still have a head full. Looking at my raw, red, nose in the mirror, its really a sight! After yesterday’s post, Loving What I Got ,  and all the e-mail I received. I’m thinking. Maybe, I’m not so happy with what I got.

My nose has always been an issue with me. Its little and Daddy used to say it was a “pug” nose. That conjures a picture in my mind that I’ve never been happy with.  I can’t find a picture of me in profile in any of our family albums. HMM, maybe I do need to think about this nose thing. Maybe I need to consider a nose job. Of course if I did, I would want to have facial surgery done by an expert. Maybe I could have this done while I’m on the West Coast, visiting my friends in San Diego. (Mythoughts run rampant with the idea)

Now finding a surgeon who specializes in nose surgery could be a task. Not knowing anything about the doc but what his website says could pose a bit of a problem.  But they say that the west coast docs, do the best work. Though, I’m more prone to think the bigger clinics are in LA. I wonder if my insurance would cover that surgery. Probably not. So, the issue becomes, can I afford a nose job ?  Probably not.

One more look at my face, red nose, road map bloodshot eyes, and general look of I feel like crap and I come back to earth. I look at the night stand by my bed and there on my hubby’s side, is a beautiful picture of me in my 30’s. In profile. And I have a nose! Quite a nice nose at that. (I’m modest if nothing). So, I got what I got, and I’m happy with it. If this darned code in my doze would just go away!