If so, then I have. On two separate occasions over the last week and a half, I have hurt my nose…badly.
The milder of the two incidences involved a fight with George Foreman…or rather, with his grill. (I know, Michael Scott, right?) It occurred while I was exercising my domestic muscles, trying to clean the darn thing. Let me tell you how NOT to do it. While I was carrying it to the sink to scrape the gunk off, I left the lid open (you know, the heavy, cast iron part?) When I lifted it off the counter top, the cord got caught on something, so I lifted it higher and yanked on the whole thing, causing the the lid to fall onto my nose. My world spun for a while and I saw stars for a few seconds, but there was no blood and only a little bruising. Abby was playing in the other room, totally oblivious that I had almost knocked myself out.
The second incident occurred on Thursday morning while Josh and I were snuggling in our bed with our sick, tired little one. At one point, she decided she did NOT want to be in bed with us, and used her head (not her mouth) to tell us. As I was laying on the bed, she lunged backward, fall onto my face. I will tell you, this hurt twice as much as my grill incident. She was startled by my holler, and began to cry immediately, and I just knew that there was blood gushing all over. Well, again, there wasn’t, but this time there was swelling, and dog-gone-it, my nose hurts!!! It certainly doesn’t help that I am still nursing a cold and needing to blow it every 10 minutes.
Well, I’m not going to post a picture of my face (Josh keeps telling me its not that bad…what a dear). But I will leave you with a little pic. Aren’t I intimidating?