Yesterday night I was talking with my sister on the phone laying on my back on my bed. At the end of the call for some unearthly reason I accidently dropped my cell phone on my nose. I’m fairly certain that it’s broken.
My mom (the nurse) laughed at me when I suggested that it might be shattered. SHE said that it didn’t have enough FORCE to break my nose. Um, Mom? I was there. It had force. Trust me.
Since then I have had no trouble breathing which is, I suppose, a good sign. My sister Lindsay also laughed at me when I explained to her that my nose could be bent beyond recognition. SHE said “I think you would KNOW if your nose was BROKEN.” Thanks for that gem, Lindsay. Your support means everything to me.
You will ALL be sorry if someday they can trace all my physical problems to bone fragments jammed into the back of my head. Do you hear me? You will alllllll be sorry.