Four days ago, I was in the operating room, and while normally that would just mean it was a LASIK day (the best kind of day), it was different this time because I was the patient. I found out a year and a half ago that I needed to have surgery on my nose to make it work, and this week—planned way back then—the day finally arrived. I assumed for half my life that most people can’t breathe out of both nostrils, but then I found out that was just me. I’ve also taken 8 or 12 ibuprofen a day for the last few years because of constant headaches, and I found out a year and a half ago that it is because I have (had, I guess now) big, gross polyps in my sinuses that have given me bad sinus headaches for a long time. It seems ridiculous now, that I never stopped to think “wow, I take an insane amount of Advil,” but I never really thought about it one way or the other. Once you do something for a while, it becomes routine, and once it is routine, you don’t really stop to think about it much.