i was not a scrapper in school. i know, shocking, isn’t it? i have never been punched in the nose. unless you count the time that i got hit between the eyes with a wet nerf-ball during dodgeball.
so yesterday, after completely cleaning out the shed – i had to wait until winter so that all the spiders were frozen in place and therefore could be squished with ease – i decided that my daughter’s room needed to be rearranged, because what’s a day in my house if nothing gets moved around? and, naturally the changing table that is now a bookshelf had to be moved into the closet – because that’s the logical place for it, after all. it wouldn’t go in by about 1/8th of an inch. so i, then, decided if i took the door off the hinges that i could move it in with ease. i got two of the pins out fairly easily, but the pesky bottom one wasn’t budging. so i took a screw driver and a hammer to it. do you see where this is going? yeah, well, i didn’t, until the hammer slipped and one of the two tools (not sure which, it all happened a little quickly) slammed into my nose. i sat there stunned, praying that i didn’t have something sticking out of my face that didn’t belong because what on earth would i tell my husband? realizing that nothing was protruding or even bleeding profusely i began to wonder how you would know if you broke your nose. blood is required, right? so, i went and called my honey. and asked him very calmly, if a little shakily, “how do you know if you broke your nose?” he loves these kind of calls, by the way. after reassuring him i and all of the children were quite alright he suggested tylenol and maybe not moving anything else until he got home.
i have been completely thankful because i’ve seen those shows where the x-ray shows the screwdriver stuck in the skull and i’ve wondered, “how on earth do you manage that?” well, now i know. and i’m glad that y’all can laugh at me here and not on public television. and i don’t even have a black eye to show for it. just a lingering face-ache and shame in abundance.
