2 years and 10 days

2 years and 11 days ago I was attacked by a dog and what I thought was my perfect life fell apart. I know there’s a no selfie rule but I don’t expect this to go anywhere anyway, so I don’t really care.

My nose was the worst bit of it. Two holes all the way through my nose, I could see through both my nostrils before they stitched me up, but the left side was way worse. I lost a chunk of my nose, and they didn’t know if what they could see back together would even take. My septum was completely cut through, as was my top lip, which suffered some nerve damage, and I don’t have a frenulum anymore!

My eye is what really made me realize I was lucky. Though arguably the least serious problem resulting from this, doctors said if the bite had been even half an inch higher I would have lost my right eye entirely.

This is me last week, with makeup

And probably a month ago, without makeup. Since October 22, 2015 I’ve had two facial surgeries, many many therapy sessions, and one lawsuit over who was going to pay my medical bills. To see this picture next to the first one still absolutely amazes me because I was 10000% convinced my face would be scarred for the rest of my life. Now you can only see the scars if you’re looking for them. I was incredibly lucky that my body healed so well and that I happened to live in an area home to one of the best plastic surgeons in the state. Anyway, thanks for putting up with this, 2 years is a big deal for me, and I wanted to tell someone about it who didn’t experience the whole thing with me.

Cat tax

FP Edit: the frenulum I’m referring to is the piece of skin that connects your top lip to your gums.

Can someone explain to me how I look like Arya Stark I don’t see it?

Thank you everyone for your kind thoughts and comments :)

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FP Edit 2: Everyone keeps asking the same questions: what kind of dog was it and how did it happen?

It was a German shepherd beagle mix, but at 95 pounds was the size of a German shepherd.

The dog was my then boyfriends dog and I saw him every single day for the last 7 months we dated up until the day he attacked me. I was very familiar with the dog and he was always friendly and loving. He treated me like his family, and I even took care of him when they were on vacation. The night I was attacked, I was on the couch between my boyfriend and the dog. It was time for me to leave, so I got up and bent down to pet the dog goodbye, something I did every single night. For some reason, he attacked me. My boyfriend says he got his hands between us and pushed me away while holding the dog by his neck against the wall. All I remember is bending down to pet him and then being on my knees 5 feet away, and as I took my hands from my face, saw they were covered in blood and began screaming.

TLDR; bent down to pet the dog like I did every day, he attacked me