Go, me?

[silverthorne]

So. What happens when you clock yourself in the face (or, more specifically, the nose), with a 40 pound case of formula gift bags?

Well...you won't need botox for a while, and the underside of your upper lip will turn a nifty purple black color.
You get to take a nice, three hour vacation in ER land, with a nifty side-stop at the CATscan room.
Your nose will drool blood.
And smiling isn't the most pleasant sensation in the world, at least where the upper middle portion of your mouth is concerned.

Oh, and you can't go back to work until a regular doctor confirms that you haven't developed any unseen week spots that will turn into an anyurism when you lift something thanks to bloodpressure doing what it does when you lift heavy things.

Wheeeeeee!

Pic later. Maybe. ^^;

(I didn't break anything, BTW. So at least there's that. :) Smiling really does hurt right now, though).

Comments

[chandrielle.livejournal.com]

O_O

Hope everything is okay over there!

[cluegirl.livejournal.com]

Ish!

This is me, wincing so you don't have to. Sounds like the kind of thing we both used to do to ourselves when we were young and invulnerable.

Hope it heals up quickly and well, and that you don't get sidelined for TOO long.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_geekie_/]

Omg! Ow! Glad to hear that you are okay, albeit some colorful bruising.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

Ow.

Indigo Ray says please heal rapidly.

Ow.

Sympathy ow.