I Broke My Nose!

haha, so like i have to wear golfer socks cause i wear these dress shoes right. and those socks are slippery! so i'm walking out of my room(all tile), so i reach for the door and slip, i accidentaly opened the door and bam right into my nose! so my nose was already pretty big, now the top of it is all big.

i laughed at myself, and it hurts to laugh hard, so i feel like an even bigger moron now, lol

 

that sucks. I can't imagine the pain.

 

Ouch! I think i may have someone clumsier than myself! - Although you did have an excuse with the socks and tile and such...

Never broken anything myself, which is pretty remarkable...

I hope the pain gets better. At least you have a funny story if it stays noticeable that you broke your nose throughout your life.

Did you have to go to the emergency room or anything?

 

well damn if that dont suck.

gees i would hate to break my mose of all things.shit

 

Na, i just stood over the sink for a minute and then stuffed my nose with tissues.

 

Sqt Peppers, welcome to the "bone breaking idiots club"!!
Me - I got my knee fucked up on my dancing classes....Grrgh
I got used to the walk with a stick, it would last for 2 more weeks anyway, but what I hate the most is those pitty looks I got in sql, on the streets and everybody asking me how am I and look at me with symphaty just beacaous I am fisically retarded... its not fair!!!

 

When i was three(actually it was on my 3rd birthday) i thought i was a power ranger, and i jumped from a tree! cause i thought i could fly. and so when the doc asked what happened i answered "i lost my powers"

I was only three so i guess I'm not in the "bone breaking idiots club'

 

I've broken my nose twice, didn't get the bump till the second time... And that plagued me for a few years but I've come to terms with it and like it now...

A lot of people are attracted to folks with big noses/bump noses(myself included). Don't fret too much over it.

 

For some reason... I'm sure you told me that you broke it twice, I only seem to recall Joey's nasal escapades.

 

all I've ever broken is my jaw and collar bone...
cant imagine the nose though.... damn, seems like it would hurt so bad..wow

 

I was only three so i guess I'm not in the "bone breaking idiots club'[/QUOTE]Naah... Age doesn't matter...You are!!!

 

The nose isn't so bad... I've broken mine before.

I've broken my collar bone once, three ripb, shattered my right knee cap into three pieces, six fingers at once, knuckles on both hands, my wrist twice, and my thumb is healing up from small hairline fracture.

Boys will be boys.

 

I didn't even know it was broken until afterwards... My parents told me later because I was already upset enough from the actual pain that was happening at the moment.. ahah.. I was 4 and the other time I think I was about 8 or so...

The other time I broke it (george) was during a rollerblading collision. aaaha.

:uhoh2:

 

i broke my nose when i was 2!! i fell down steps lol.

but it healed alright, no big bumps or anything, but every once in awhile my nose will randomly just start gushing blood.. thats not fun

 

Of all things.

I'm glad I haven't rollerbladed since I was... eight or something. I definately would have had a nose injury or three by this point in my life.



I would've paid to see that. No... no I wouldn't have, but I would have thought it was pretty neat or something at that age, though the uh.. gertie there, has my deepest condolences.

 

Well... Personally, I wouldn't have wanted to pay to see a kid with blood gushing out of their lip and nose, while they cry for a good hour or so from the pain...

Anna got to see it for free.

 

Well, that's my point... and why I changed that due to my personal relationships with bad drivers, off road rollovers, dashboards...--They hurt, but at least they... haven't yet, broken my nose. Windshield-cracking can be pretty painful.

 

You have the worst luck of anyone I've ever met.

and... Gertrude reinvented herself as Gwyndolyn or something, I think.

 

Well, it's not luck....

It seems to be more of where I am.



Unless you count being attacked by yellowjackets while mowing your lawn... and whatnot.

Tell Gwyndolyn I said hello.

I don't know. Maybe you are right.

My life is merely a vacuum of self-hatred and anguish, at times; whilst loving. I can't help but accept whatever I recieve and make the best of it, otherwise I really don't talk about how I feel about it all anymore, which just ends up bottling it for long car rides alone with the radio on...

 

YES! i'm in!
I feel important now!