More bloodletting

Another dark evening in the living room.

There I was again, a diminishing day, Friday, sitting alone, just like the previous evening, on the scarlet sofa while my child bride works out in the gym. I took another photo, but this time I lit the metal masks that adorn the far wall.

Just as Thursday, I am reading my Kindle, trying not to think of this week’s bloodletting. Some will recall my hospital overnight on Sunday. I wish that had been the end of the bloody story, but it was not, not even close. An ear-nose-throat doctor cauterized the blood source in my right nostril before I left the clinic on Monday. She gave little additional instructions, and I thought the problem was solved.

No way, José.

Seems there are two ways to cauterize my problem, chemically and electrically. The chemical method is a lighter touch, and that’s what I got Monday. Wednesday morning arrived, and so did another geyser from my nose, but I’ve learned how to halt it by squeezing the nostrils very tightly together for 10 minutes.

It’s not easy, not fun, but it does work.

I was able to make an appointment with a different ear-nose-throat specialist at a different clinic on that same day. He recommended I do this, that and the other. I won’t go into details because it was a useless routine. Yesterday morning, another geyser of blood flew all over the place while I was sitting atop the bathroom throne.

I phoned Star Medica Hospital in the nearby state capital. I know of a superlative ear-nose-throat man whose office is there. He, luckily, was available three hours later. We ate our biscuits, drank our coffee, showered, dressed, and hopped into the Honda. It’s only about a 40-minute drive down the four-lane highway.

The doctor in question is a graduate of the military medical school, in his case, the Air Force. Military doctors are highly regarded in Mexico, thought to be the best, and if this guy is any indication, it’s well deserved. I’ve used him previously.

He gave me a thorough exam with high-tech, camera equipment, showing me the inside of my nose quite nicely. I also got a tour of my ears, all projected onto a large computer screen. He gave me a nose injection of anesthetic. Then he cauterized the offending nose fountain electrically, but I felt nothing due to the anesthetic.

Since I was there, I requested an ear cleaning, which was done with high-force streams of water. Some gunk fell out of both sides, and I can hear my wife again.

The cost for all this? The peso equivalent of $33 U.S.

I must not fool with my nose in any way for a week. Not going to be easy, but it will be easier than not touching my face, one of the common recommendations to avoid the Kung Flu. Try not touching your face for any time. It’s impossible. But I hope I can ignore my nose.

I’m taking medication and spraying my nose lightly every four hours.

I must do no exercise, so my daily walks around the neighborhood plaza, and pumping iron on my home gym set, are out of the question. I am going to relax. I am going to beat this thing. I’ll have more time to read my Kindle while home alone on dark evenings.

Hoping to bleed no more. This is getting old and depressing.