Not an upscale Vegan eatery. Nope.
Not an emoji or YouTube short. Nope.
Not a unique botanical facial tat. Nope.
I just thought I’d get thru January without an accident. Nope.
I’m ok. Really I’m ok, okay?
As I lay on my very cute fuzzy doggy bath mat(which probably kept me outta the surgery suite), adrenaline pumping.
I sez, in my head, “beck, you broke your nose again” Hand immediately flies to nose. Look, see tiny amount of blood on my finger. I grabbed my nose and reduced it right there on my bath mat. Yeah, it stung.
Experience told me it would hurt worse without adrenaline. And I think I saw it on The Pitt.
Blood stopped pretty quick.
Got up. Got ready to go to Dialysis. Ivy says your going to the doctor first. Well, crap. She handed me the ice pack.
Doc x-rayed. They show a “crack”. Minor. Will be pain and swelling. Maybe black eyes.
No one believes me. That I straightened my nose before I turned over on the bathroom floor. But I did. I felt it click back in. It’s a very satisfying feeling.
You couldn’t have, hurts too bad.
You’d never have thought of it.
You probably unconscious, it was a dizzy spell that sent you down and out.(not BG).
To Face Plant.
If my nose comes out (more)crooked, I’ve only myself to blame.
(Getting a fat Angelina Jolie upper lip. Yeah …no. Don’t like)