This week, I fell while I was running and broke my nose. I know, people don't usually land on their noses.
I got to thinking about the time before when I broke my nose, 24 years ago. Earl and I were dating on and off. I was standing on his front porch talking to someone when Dave called my name. I turned toward Dave and a frisbee cracked me in the middle of the nose. And that broke my nose. No blood. Just snap.
This photo from that first broken nose is very different from this week's break. Earl keeps this picture in a frame. Maybe that's when he fell in love with me.
I did end up having to have surgery to straighten my nose after that. And I was a single woman, driving myself to the doctor, asking friends to pick me up and take me home after procedures and surgery. Dave, the guy who broke my nose, lay on the bed reading a book aloud to me when my eyes watered too much to open them.
When I broke my nose this week, it was very bloody and it helped rule out a medical career for my 16-year-old who came to pick me up and hasn't been able to look at me all week because of the wounds.
I won't run the bloody photo again, but if you want all the details, I blogged about it here.
I think I've done pretty well this week. I went to work that same night after I broke my nose and I've worked the past four days. One more day to teach -- at 9 this morning -- and I'll get a day off tomorrow in return for my fortitude.
Hope everyone else had a calmer week than me.