A terrible schematic picture of how it went down.
Sunday I was reaching into the washing machine to get a sock or something, and the lid of the washing machine fell down onto my face. The bridge of my nose stopped it from slamming onto my neck and beheading me, but my nose still hurts like a motherfucker.
The ol' noser was not really on my mind after the initial swearing and crying that occurred after I was attacked by an appliance, but it came back to haunt me the next day. I was sitting in class and I made a face (as I usually do) and my nose hurt in that kind of dull way where you can't really tell the specific area that hurts. I thought for sure it was one of those lurking, under-the-skin pimples that tend to be the size of the Pacific Ocean only BIGGER, so I was feeling around on my nose to find out where should dab some extra Retin-A. Well, it was not a pimple. If only it were that simple. I found the sweet spot and OH CHRIST was there pain. Then I remembered the laundry incident of the day before.
I'm pretty convinced I cracked my nose bone or something, because my nose is feeling pretty fucked up. I can't wear my glasses and I keep getting headaches from the pain. Last night I was watching TV and I kept unconsciously pushing my glasses up to the bridge of my nose only to cry out in agony when I realized what I had done.
I tried to get sympathy from my dad by saying, "I'm going to end up looking like Owen Wilson!"
His answer?
"Just as long as you don't act like him."
The ol' noser was not really on my mind after the initial swearing and crying that occurred after I was attacked by an appliance, but it came back to haunt me the next day. I was sitting in class and I made a face (as I usually do) and my nose hurt in that kind of dull way where you can't really tell the specific area that hurts. I thought for sure it was one of those lurking, under-the-skin pimples that tend to be the size of the Pacific Ocean only BIGGER, so I was feeling around on my nose to find out where should dab some extra Retin-A. Well, it was not a pimple. If only it were that simple. I found the sweet spot and OH CHRIST was there pain. Then I remembered the laundry incident of the day before.
I'm pretty convinced I cracked my nose bone or something, because my nose is feeling pretty fucked up. I can't wear my glasses and I keep getting headaches from the pain. Last night I was watching TV and I kept unconsciously pushing my glasses up to the bridge of my nose only to cry out in agony when I realized what I had done.
I tried to get sympathy from my dad by saying, "I'm going to end up looking like Owen Wilson!"
His answer?
"Just as long as you don't act like him."
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