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– St. Catherine of Siena

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Personal Note: My Broken Nose

No I didn’t get into a fight, nor get into a car accident, nor was I drunk when I fell. 

I was sitting on the couch reading and it had turned one in the morning.  The wife and child were both sleeping upstairs.  I said to myself it’s time to get to bed.  I had been fighting bronchitis for a month and my medication was on the TV furniture (It’s more of an entertainment center) across from the couch.  I got up to get the medication when I went into a coughing fit, lost my balance, fell over, and struck my nose against the corner edge of the very hard TV Center.  Next thing I know, I’m falling down to the ground, my hands cupped over my nose, and my head vibrating like a tuning fork.  Laying on my back, I could feel the blood coming out of my nose. 

I got up, ran to the kitchen to get towels, and tried to stop the overwhelming blood from rushing all over the place.  I put my head over the sink and tried to use the faucet to wash it clean.  There was a lot of blood.  I quickly looked in the bathroom mirror and could see a good gash across the top of the nose.  It needed immediate attention.  I ran upstairs, got my wife out of bed, got Matthew dressed, and off to the Emergency Room, all the while holding my nose in a towel. 

As it turns out, the nose was broken and I needed ten stitches.  We got home at 4:30 in the morning.  All in all, it could have been worse.  I didn’t hit my mouth, or I would probably have lost teeth.  My eye glasses have a scuff mark on it that won’t come out.  I think they might have prevented my eye from hitting the edge, and that could have caused me a lot of damage. 

Here’s a picture of it, if you can stomach it. 

Matthew has started calling me Dr. Scar, and that I should be a villain fighting some super hero.  And every time we play or horse around together, something keeps hitting me in the nose.  Urrgh. 

Stitches to come out tomorrow if the snow storm that’s expected doesn’t shut everything down.

Between the bronchitis and this, it’s been a hard Lent.  But Lent should be hard. 


  1. Oh dear ... thank God this was not much worse, Manny. Praying you get better soon.

    Dr Scar is a fitting name. Thankfully, children do not understand the seriousness of the situation.

    God bless.

    1. Thank you Victor #1. It could have been worse, that's for sure.

  2. I don't want to start writing a book here on past injuries so all I'm going to say is... I'll also be praying for you and close with... Happy Lent Manny.


    God Bless you and yours.

    P.S. Please don't forget to give a hug to your mom also for me.