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).

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[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

Thanks. ^^

I'm pretty much okay other than the bruising and feeling like an idiot for tripping into a falling box rather than managing to back away from it like I meant to do. :) Heck, they let me drive myself home and stuff, so it can't be too bad. My nose isn't even bent up or anything, so I got out of it on pretty easy terms.

The worst part is getting to a doctor at this point; I can't go back to work until I'm released by one, and I have to wait for my job's representative to make the arrangements for me and tell me where to go. I feel bad because my co-workers are going to have to take up the slack until then. :/