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

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Thanks. The visible damage seems to be limited mostly to my upper lip, both in and outside, and the pain is pretty localized, so I suspect I'll be fine. :)

You know what's sad? Right after I'd clocked myself and was sitting on the floor waiting for the supervisor, I had my hand cupped under my nose to catch the blood...and I was comparing notes to how much was in my hand compared to how much we used to watch our favorite anime guys lose. And for a second, I was pretty sure I had at least one of them beat.

[cluegirl.livejournal.com]

Lol! But did you dig a groove in the marble flooring with your schnozz, that's what I wanna know!

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, no. For all the abuse it took, my nose stayed aloft. Alas, no hero points for me on that count.

I'll have to check when I get back into work and see if my landing knee managed one, though. :D