My nose, my nose, my kingdom for a nose!

Well, well, well. Do I have a story for you...

Once upon a time, last Sunday to be exact, I came home late from having dinner with a friend after church. It was getting late (circa 11 pm), and I was dragging. I had been up to KC for the weekend and had stripped down my bed before leaving town. I was fairly exhausted and rationalized that making my bed would just wake me up. Since Theresa (my new roommate) was out of town for the evening, I decided to grab a sheet and blanket and hunker down on the couch for the night. Well... shortly after midnight I heard someone at the door. I figured it must be Theresa. I didn't want to startle her, plus I figured there was a slight chance it WASN'T Theresa, so I sprang to my feet to escape to my bedroom. Well, before I got far, I apparently tripped over my bedding and went sprawling to the floor... breaking my fall primarily with my nose. I grabbed the bedding again and made my escape to my bedroom... where I promptly locked the door, dropped my bedding and headed for my bathroom to assess the facial damage. As suspected, there was blood dripping down my face and a nice wound on my nose. I wadded up some tissue and tried to stop the bleeding. At the same time, I went to the bedroom door, and without opening it, called out, "Theresa? Theresa?" (No answer.) "Theresa?" (No answer.) I could see that there was a light on in the house, and I could hear a search helicopter flying over the house. Great... SOMEONE'S on the loose, and there's SOMEONE in my house who's not responded to my calls. I decided to call Theresa on her cell phone. She had simply stepped outside, so came back in to ask if I was trying to call her. "Yes. Yes, I am," said Krista with a busted nose.

I spent the next hour or so holding back tears, stopping the bleeding and icing down my nose, while Theresa kindly made my bed so I could sleep safely the rest of the night.

It's been someone swollen and painful this week, though it's starting to look better. It's a pretty obvious flesh wound and has been somewhat embarrassing this week. I've told a range of other stories, ranging from a nasty bar fight to a fight with the new roomie, to a freak accident involving a letter opener. :)

So, now you know. Though it's against my better judgment, I may try to post a pic for you. So, the moral of the story is this... don't run through a dark house carrying bedding.