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.
