I have documented some of my klutz injuries here before.
Today, I did it again. I was craving steak, and we had just purchased a new George Foreman Grill. We went off to the meat market.
I decided that since Mr Sunshine was home from the hospital, diabetes under pretty good control and since Sorority Girl's car was out of the shop, that I needed to provide a little excitement for a Tuesday morning.
I was walking up the sidewalk at the meat market, got my flip-flop caught in a crack and did a faceplant onto the side of the building. QUIT LAUGHING!!
My very first thought was "Oh crap, I broke my nose". There was so much blood on the sidewalk that it looked like they had slaughtered a cow in front of the building. The nice guys in the meat market brought me wet towels and ice packs. A nice lady customer said I looked like I needed to go to the ER.
As soon as I stopped seeing stars I decided that I didn't need no stinkin' ER and had the hub drive me to my doctor's office. He insisted to the secretary that the doctor needed to come out of her lunch meeting and clean me up and decide if I had a concussion.
The decision was "Maybe". If I start to give non-sensical answers to questions or start acting "weird" I need to go get a CAT Scan. Ummmmm, I'm ALWAYS like that! How will we know??
I did break my nose. It only bleeds when I get up and walk around. I have a note from the doctor to stay out of work for the rest of the week.
WARNING: HIDEOUS MEDICAL-TYPE PHOTO.....THIS IS WHAT KLUTZPRINCESS LOOKS LIKE TODAY.