I have a broken nose.
Not this bad. Like I said, it could have been worse.
I wish I could say I got it in a fight. It would sound so much better than admitting to a moment of klutziness. I did, in fact, try out the fight story at church. Funny thing is that everyone I told it to believed it. Maybe because I'm combative by nature. Maybe because I've been in more than a few fights. I still have an inner ear problem, a badge of sorts for fighting.
But no, I did not break my nose taking out a guy three times my size for having no manners. That would have been so cool. No, I broke the sucker trying to outrun a yellow light on Kirkwood Road last Thursday. Just as Collin and I reached the other side, I tripped, plunging into a thick concrete slab covering the storm sewer.
If only the one I collided with had looked so cute...but then, it still would have hurt!
I've fallen before, and it's always happened so fast there was no time to think, no time to react. Not even the time my horse slipped on a wet pavement and we both went down--hard. This time, the fall actually felt more like slow motion....
This is it. Game over.
Raise your arm.
Oh, good idea. A broken arm's better than a fractured skull.
I raised my arm, blocking the impact. In the next instant, I felt my body slam into the concrete. I heard my own voice, as if it were coming from somewhere else, calling to Collin. He was trying to help me up.
I couldn't stand up.
I was stunned, I think, by the severity of the blow. Collin finally got me up on my feet. A car stopped. A woman called out to us. "Do you need help?" I thanked the woman for stopping. That was when I realized that the heavy metal bracelet I was wearing was bent on my wrist. I didn't think I'd ever get it off.
Collin helped me get up to Arby's so I could sit for a while. I was still dazed. And my face was bloodied. When I fell, my eyeglasses were pushed up into my face. That, I think, is how my nose was broken. It's not a serious break. It still looks normal and won't be malformed when it heals. It just hurts like hell and wearing glasses is no picnic. I'm bruised all over. Big, ugly, purple bruises. When I'm tempted to whine about the pain, I remind myself that it could have a whole lot worse.
I think I'll just say I got it in a fight....