Me + clutziness = cracked nose
I am a clutz. I'll be the first to admit it. Well, maybe Kelly will, but that's beside the point. My "lack of grace" comes and goes, and it came full force on Sunday evening. UGH.
Our church starts at 1:30. We decided to start a project beforehand since we didn't get to it the day before. The prtoject: modify the kids' bunkbed to make it safer, sturdier, and take up less room. It was currently stacked in the "L" shape, with the top bunk set on leg suspensions that Kelly had built out of 2x4's. We got rid of those, and cut the 2x4's down to smaller extensions that we could use while stacking the bunkbeds one on top of the other, the way bunkbeds are "supposed" to be stacked. This made the top bunk lower, easier to get on, and just all around better. (Without the extensions, there's not enough room to sit up on the bottom bunk with the extra thick mattresses.) Well, later on that day, after church and after our hometeachers had come and gone, I brought down all the extra wood that was clogging up the upstairs hallway. Here's where my mistake started. First of all, instead of taking them all out to the garage right then like I should have, I just leaned them against the wall. When I finally DID take them out to the garage, I somehow missed the bigest beam.
Later on, as I was coming down the stairs, I noticed it, and thought to myself "I need to get that out to the garage now." I took the last step down, and the next thing I know, I was on the floor and in a LOT of pain. Aparently, when I took that last step, I turned my right ankle, spraining it. Naturally, this made me fall to the floor rather quickly. I have sprained my ankles so many times. I have weak ankles. Usually it's painful, but not that big of a deal. This time, however, my face made contact with that very 2x4 that I hadn't yet taken out to the garage. Okay, it didn't just "make contact" with it, it SMASHED into it. I was conscious through the whole thing, but seeing stars. There was lots of blood. I've never had a bloody nose bleed that bad. Kelly kept asking if I wanted to go to the ER, but I wanted to wait it out.
Fast forward to Wedesday night. My nose was still in quite a bit of pain, and I had a headache that wouldn't go away (had it for three days). I finally decided (mainly due to Kelly's insisting) that it would be a good idea to go to the ER. I got there shortly after 9:00, and by 2:30 a.m. I was on my way back home. I got some facial x-rays and a tetanus shot. Oh, fun. And it turns out that I DID fracture my nose, but it's not misaligned, so it'll heal just fine on it's own. Meanwhile, it still hurts. For that, I got a prescription for some Vicodin. I took one last night, and let me just say now that nighttime is the ONLY time that I will be taking that stuff. POTENT!
Right now, Jasmine has a friend over who is in her class at school, as well as in our ward. I really do need to arrange playdates for her more often, because it sounds like she's having a lot of fun. And Katie Mae has a poopy diaper, so I get to go and have lots of fun now, too. (NOT!)