I Think I'm Trying to Break My Own Nose

On Tuesday, my sister's little dachshund mix, Bob Barker was visiting for the night. I was sitting on the sofa with a blanket over my lap because it was a little chilly in the living room. At one point, I leaned forward to throw the blanket over my feet because they came out from under the covers. This is the exact moment that Bob chose to jump into my life. So you can picture what happened next...little dog skull straight to the bridge of my nose.

Bob Barker - who doesn't look big, but can pack a wallop when he jumps into your nose with his skull

It hurt for a few minutes, but never bled and when I woke up the next day I had no bruises or anything. I thought I'd be on my merry way and forget about the incident, but then Thursday morning, I managed to smash myself across the bridge of the nose with a somewhat heavy metal object at work. It hurt bad enough at the time that it actually brought tears to my eyes. The most frustrating part to me was that I totally can't blame it on anyone else. You know, at least if it resulted from the dog hitting me, I could blame it on him. But this was all me.

I went to examine my face in the bathroom mirror and noticed a red mark that wasn't too obvious. Again, no resulting nosebleed, so yay for that. When I was a kid, I had some really nasty nosebleeds (like the umm...maybe we need to go see a doctor ASAP kind). You know, the sort where you're not sure if it's okay to lose that much blood and it's just not stopping.  Those started when I moved with my family to Colorado and quit after a while, so my mom just assumed it was related to the higher elevation and lower humidity

Yesterday, I worked the first full day at my new job (just got hired on Wednesday and it was a long 11 hour shift). Fortunately, I'm outside all day with sunglasses on so no one noticed that I had two partial black eyes. Including me. I guess when I was doing my hair in front of the mirror in the morning I just didn't notice the bruises. It took until I glanced up at myself in the mirror at my first job this morning to see that I had some really dark spots around the bridge of my nose. The bridge is still sore too, but never swelled up too much, it just feels like someone whacked it, which I kind of did.

I was there when I hit myself in the face and my first thought was still, "Gee, it looks like I didn't get enough sleep last night, even though I got a good 8 hours in." No one said anything about it all morning, so I guess it's not extremely obvious that I have a couple black eyes. Or else they all assume I'm in an abusive relationship and they don't want to say anything about it. I guess I might be in an abusive relationship with myself because I keep trying to break my own nose. I leaned into a dog jumping into my face and then whacked myself with a heavy object, I don't what else you could call that. Other than my usual clumsy self, that is.

*Blog news*

So I mentioned that I got hired to a new job this week and I'm not sure what that means here. In case anyone is actually reading it, I don't plan on quitting the blog, there's just no guarantee as to how often I'll be able to post. For the time being, I'm keeping both jobs until I figure out whether the new one is something I will be able to do long term. I just hope I remember to go to both jobs and don't completely space out going to a shift at either one some day. For at least a little while, I could potentially be working 6-7 days a week and maybe upwards of 60 hours (not that I'm complaining, working a ton is so much better than lousy part time hours and not being sure if you can pay all your bills).