Things Can Only Get Better

Well, my bruises have mostly healed. My nose and my knee are still a little sore, but not too bad. I had a CT of my head done last week, and I have a deviated septum. The doctor thinks that I had it before, so it shouldn't be a big deal. Even so, I am having more difficulty breathing out of my right nostril than my left, and it wasn't like that before I bit it. I'm going to make an appointment with an ENT; I'll probably go with Dr. Child, the one who helped with the transsphenoidal part of my Mom's brain surgery, or Dr. Hunter, the one who took out Sarah's tubes. I'd just like to know who's going to pay for it . . . me or IHC. I think Intermountain should, but it depends on what the WorkMed doctor recommends. Either way, I really want to have a rhinoplasty at the same time. I don't think about my nose very often, but when I really look at it or see it in pictures, I really dislike it. I don't want anything drastic (no Michael Jackson-esque results); just so that it's not so bulbous. We'll see. General Conference was very nice . . . at least what little I heard of it. We did pretty well through the Saturday morning session, but as for the rest--I didn't get much out of it. :o( Like Allen said, "That's why they have it on the internet and in the Ensign and why the replay it on KBYU." True enough. I'm at work again today; it's not too bad at the moment, but I'm tired. I think we are all getting sick. Allen has been coughing and Benji has been waking up crying in the middle of the night. He woke up this morning about 5:30 a.m. (he usually wakes up between 8-9). I let him cry for a few minutes to see if he would go back to sleep, but he didn't. So I gave him some ibuprofen and held him for a little while. He would squirm and cry if I didn't sing to him, so I sang for probably 15 minutes (until the drugs kicked in). And after that, he was up. He slid off my lap and started walking around, ready for the day. I wasn't quite as ready, so I popped in a DVD for him and I crashed out on the couch. He's so funny. I wish I knew what was wrong with him; nothing seems to be abnormal, so I think he (a) must be going through another growth spurt, (b) has headaches or (c) bad dreams or something. Poor little man. I hope he gets over it soon!