Are things getting better for me?

You tell me.

I have a 6ft long folding table propped up against a wall. I borrowed it from a friend & it hasn't gotten returned.

Well this evening I went to move something in front of the table.
The movement must have angered the table b/c it came crashing down and decided my nose was the place to land.

Thankfully Cheeks was in the playpen & my sister was here b/c I pushed it back out of reflex, then my hands flew to my nose.

Yep.
Blood.
Lots of blood.
I mean I think I need a transfusion.
There was a pool of it on the kitchen counter & in the sink.

Thank GOD for my sister. She cleaned up the blood on the counter, then swooped Cheeks up, who was upset at seeing his mommy bleeding, & took him upstairs to get ready for bed.

At this point, I was bent over the sink, talking to Bobster to ask him how I could tell if it was broken.
Fortunately where it hit & the fact that I could touch it w/o being in agony let Bobster figure out that it wasn't broken.

So after holding frozen carrots on my nose for about an hour, I looked in the mirror.
O...Pretty!
It is swelling nicely on right side & is bruised under my eye.

I fully expect to wake up tomorrow with black eyes.
Bobster has had many a broken/bruised nose & most likely I will get the black eye.
My mom & dad confirmed this.
Right now I just have a headache & can feel my nose swelling.
The bleeding has stopped.

Yep.
Is my luck improving?
You tell me.

Woops out!