Day 3 was easily the worst of the days but 4-5 were bo cake walk either.

By day 6 i could manage it only because I knew the stints were coming out in a day.

The thick blood clots that turned into hard chunks of blood rocks were the worst part.

And then being unable to breathe at all through the nose for a week made sleeping almost impossible for me.

Now all that said…the second they pulled the stints out and I could clearly breathe through my nose was one of the best feelings ever.