Under pressure from TrophyHusband, I went to see an ENT guy today. (Who has an unprotected wireless network from his office, bonus!) He looked at an old picture of me, then wrestled with my nose a bit (ouch), and finally said that it looked like I had done a reasonable job resetting it on my own (thankyouverymuch!), but yes, it was probably still a tad out of joint (no surprise to those who know me), and if I wanted he could put me under anesthesia and yank it around some more. I joked that my modeling career is pretty much over at this point anyway, which he laughed a little too heartily at, in my opinion. Anyway I said thanks but no thanks.
Now I'm off to the dentist to get the first two of seven fillings replaced. At least they'll be swapping my metal fillings with white ones, so even though my nose is less lovely than it once was, my mouth will lose some of its Terminator appearance.