Sunday, March 11, 2007
Red Letter Day
I broke my nose today.
Ben and his half-brother Samster came to town this weekend to hang out. Everything was going pretty smoothly (I got plenty of sleep considering my recent cold and two very tall visitors in my one-room apartment) until this afternoon. I decided to take them on a tour of the campus and led them up a small, concrete flight of stairs. Somehow I slipped, perhaps on the wetness from the melting snow. My knee hit first, and in my struggle to break my fall I jerked my hands forwards. But my hands were in my pockets, so all I manage to do was rip the fabric of my favorite coat. CRACK - the bridge of my nose struck the edge of the steps. No sooner than Ben could say "You broke your nose" I held my hand up to my face. There was an insane amount of blood. If you have ever cut your face in any way, you know what it is like. I haven't, really, so I was really taken aback. I had a tiny bit of napkins in my pocket because of my cold but it quickly soaked through into a deep crimson. Although I must say, the blood that dripped oh-so-steadily onto the pavement was a much brighter color than I would have imagined. Ben put it aptly: "It looks fake."
We called the campus ambulance service thanks to a passing RA who knew their number and he was able to describe our exact location. I went to the ER and received six stitches plus they took X-rays (yes, it's broken).
The good news? Sam took lots of pictures so you'll get a look at the carnage. In time, of course. As if I wasn't behind in my blogging before!
Ben and his half-brother Samster came to town this weekend to hang out. Everything was going pretty smoothly (I got plenty of sleep considering my recent cold and two very tall visitors in my one-room apartment) until this afternoon. I decided to take them on a tour of the campus and led them up a small, concrete flight of stairs. Somehow I slipped, perhaps on the wetness from the melting snow. My knee hit first, and in my struggle to break my fall I jerked my hands forwards. But my hands were in my pockets, so all I manage to do was rip the fabric of my favorite coat. CRACK - the bridge of my nose struck the edge of the steps. No sooner than Ben could say "You broke your nose" I held my hand up to my face. There was an insane amount of blood. If you have ever cut your face in any way, you know what it is like. I haven't, really, so I was really taken aback. I had a tiny bit of napkins in my pocket because of my cold but it quickly soaked through into a deep crimson. Although I must say, the blood that dripped oh-so-steadily onto the pavement was a much brighter color than I would have imagined. Ben put it aptly: "It looks fake."
We called the campus ambulance service thanks to a passing RA who knew their number and he was able to describe our exact location. I went to the ER and received six stitches plus they took X-rays (yes, it's broken).
The good news? Sam took lots of pictures so you'll get a look at the carnage. In time, of course. As if I wasn't behind in my blogging before!
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OH DANO! Man oh man, I keep reliving that. I'm glad to see your in spirits enough to blog about this. I had a damn good time my friend, and your hospitality is wonderful. Little did I know "hospitality" would turn in "hospitalization". Hehe.
Mystic - Thanks, but does that mean you no longer read my stuff?
Trout - My spirits are...well, they've been better. But I'll get through this.
Eight - Just you wait for the pictures!
Trout - My spirits are...well, they've been better. But I'll get through this.
Eight - Just you wait for the pictures!
Shit, pictures??? Not sure I want to see that. Hurts just thinking about it. HEAL, my brother, HEAL!
Dan, I just got off the phone with Ben and he gave me a blow by blow (so many puns)of your accident. I'm so sorry, my dear, and I hope you heal quickly, though Ben tells me you are using your downtime to catch up on movies. Another fortunate aspect of your bloody nose is that I got to see your wonderful website - great name and all. Hope you get pictures of the bruised aftermath which, according to Ben's description has left you looking less like a raccoon and more like a wrestler in war paint
in which bruise lines radiate from the fault line in your upper nose down across your cheeks.
Get better soon, Susan, Ben's Texas Mother
コメントがあります？ Type something, please. It's less work for me.in which bruise lines radiate from the fault line in your upper nose down across your cheeks.
Get better soon, Susan, Ben's Texas Mother
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