
Backstory: At a Super Tuesday election night party, I was walking (walking, nay, striding forcefully) down a hallway that had a bunch of televisions tuned to the news networks. I remember looking at the crawl on one that said that Mitt Romney won Massachusetts and mused that he better have! I turned my head forward again only just in time to have my gait violently interrupted by aforementioned glass wall, with the old nose taking the brunt of the trauma. [In case you’re wondering, as my roommate did, if there were witnesses, it was just three girls on their way to the ladies’ room, so public humiliation was kept to a minimum].
Anyway, my nose HURTS. It’s swollen. It’s bruised. I see this as good practice.
In the manner of war heroes, I put up a brave front (“no, no, I’m totally fine”) even though I was dying (Ok, ok, Washington cocktail parties aren’t quite like being shot at in a war zone, but it sometimes seems like it). I didn’t actually ice the schnoz until after I got home several hours later. I got two bruises and the bridge swelled up.

On Wednesday, I called up Doc’s office. They didn’t think it was broken, but offered to take a look at it. Most importantly, they told me they could still do the surgery even if I’d broken it.
So I’d read that a good homeopathic drug to take for bruising is Arnica Montana, and some doctors recommend it after surgery (haven’t asked Doc about this yet), so I thought I’d give it a try. It is also very difficult to find. A chucklehead pharmacist at the completely useless CVS in Old Town asked if perhaps I was looking for Hannah Montana. I didn’t know they gave out pharmacy degrees at clown college!

In any case, I'd better get used to it. In other news, I got my pre-surgery information packet from Doc yesterday...More on that--and an amazingly sexist and racist (even for stoical me!) book on noses I found and simply must write about--to come!
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