i iz clumsy
So I slammed my nose into a door about an hour and a half ago, surely not one of my finer moments and certainly not worth the 3 Musketeers bar I was attempting to retrieve when it happened, and have spent the time since with an ice pack over my rapidly swelling and very very red nose which was never exactly my finest nor my smallest feature anyway.
My Daddy the Doctor says the swelling will probably go down in a day or so, but, you know, there's always the chance that it won't and I'll end up with a deviated septemieiemeumusdoodlething, and then we'll have to get it "checked out", which probably either means nose job or sawing it off or perhaps moving to a colony where gigantic, swollen noses are all the rage. Like Slovenia.
*hopes it will just get better on own*
somehow this is the Shoebox Projects' fault, I just know it. All that talk about noses.