The repair

I'm all scheduled to have my nose repaired tomorrow.  I surely did break it.  I'm laughing more about the break than not, just because it is the stupidest thing ever.  Laughter does get me through the doom.  I jinxed myself in thinking that this would FINALLY be the year that I didn't have anything medical going on with me.  After all those years of surgeries and emergencies, I was confident there wasn't much more in my body that I could have requiring attention or on the brink of rupture.  I was wrong...again.  Some people were unconvinced I actually broke it when they heard me over the phone, but as soon as they saw me...their response was 'oh yeaaaa....{slow inhale}....you broke it.'

Funny - my twin son tells me I'm wrong all the time.  It's quite humorous...I'm wrong when I call a maze instead of a moze, I'm wrong because I said I'd find a toy that I couldn't - he tells me often I'm wrong at everything.  Instead of making me upset or mad, I smile and tell him 'ok' - after all, it was many years in my life I was convinced my parents were always wrong.  Now I know they are pretty much always right.

So, tomorrow afternoon, this really cute plastic surgeon who I met yesterday will put the bones back in place and repair the septum (that wall that is in the middle of the nose).  He reminded me of Mark Sloan from Grey's Anatomy.  Too bad he'll see me in all my bloody, snotty glory tomorrow.  I don't feel bad about wearing a splint on my face either - I'm married to a wonderful man who will still love me...and friends who will still talk with me while I'm all bandaged.

I did have to do some bargaining with the surgery schedule.  I'll need to wear a splint on my nose for a week, and they wanted to schedule it for Monday.  I got teary and told them how I'm hosting a bridal shower for my sister-in-law and I would love to have the bandage off by then.  Phew - he worked me in.  Now I'll have the weekend to recover.

The only bummer is that I was all signed up for the Warrior Dash this weekend.  Last year I took the place of my cousin who hurt herself and couldn't participate.  I guess it's my turn to sit by the tree with a sun hat and wait for the muddy group to return from the challenge.  I got two new books to entertain me, the last of the Hunger Games and a Sweet Valley High, 10 years after high school book (okay, okay, okay...don't give me a hard time...it was in the clearance section...probably there for a reason).