James's Punch in the Face
Update - Starlet Gets a Nose Job
Monday, January 21
Since Wednesday I've been doing the doctor dance:
- Thursday - Urgent care clinic - Tetanus booster and no stitches needed
- Friday - ENT - Nose is broken, orbit rim intact, sinus swabbed for infection
- Friday - Radiologist - CT scan of head (I'll try to get the digital copy, it's really cool looking)
- Saturday - Sibley Hospital - closed reduction of nose fracture i.e. getting my schnoz back in line
- Yet to come this week - ophthalmologist check up, and nose job follow up
The nose job was done under general anesthetic so I couldn't eat or drink beforehand, had to wear the butt-revealing gown, etc. When I woke up, I had on a nose cast. Here's me on Saturday night:
A paprazzo made it past the guards to snap some shots of the controversial nose job!
An Exciting Evening
Wednesday, January 16th [A day which will live in infamy!!]
As I was walking home from the Metro after work, through an athletic
field behind a middle school, there was a group of teenage guys
yelling and chasing each other around. There are often kids in the
field so I ignored them like always--I was talking to Carrie on my
cell phone. The kids ran up and around me, and suddenly BAM--something
hit me HARD on the right side of my face. I was sort of dazed for a
few seconds, and then realized my glasses were broken and my face
hurt. A few seconds later I realized there was blood running off my
face into the grass. Later from the dirt on my pants I realized that I
must have gone down on my knees at this point, but I don't remember
it. I looked around and shouted at them, but they were already gone.
Nothing was taken or even attempted to be taken.
A few seconds after that I realized Carrie was probably still on the
line, so I lifted my phone back to my ear and told her I'd been hit
really hard in the face, was bleeding and walking back to the road,
and could she come pick me up? My lovely wife did not believe me at
first. But really that's understandable because I like to play
practical jokes, so she has learned to never believe anything
extraordinary on the first tell anymore. But with a little convincing
she agreed to drive over.
Meanwhile another group of kids came up and asked if I was ok. I
turned around and they sort of freaked since my face was covered in
blood. One of them called 911 while a few others helped me over to the
Subway across the street and got some paper napkins for me. The police
came and looked around but didn't find anything besides the other half
of my glasses. The ambulance came and EMS checked me out--shiner,
bruised eyeball, cuts around my eye, and maybe a broken nose. I
refused transport, figuring if I had problems later Carrie could drive
me.
Here's me later that night after I cleaned up a bit:
Not sure if you can tell in the picture, but my nose is definitely
pointing a bit to my left. An ENT is going to check that out tomorrow.
What happened? I have no idea. I'm guessing that the kids were not
paying attention around them, and one of ran into me, his head nailing
me right in my eye socket. The only other thing I can think of is that
one of them was dared to hit the yuppie commuter or something. I doubt
it was a robbery attempt since I had my laptop bag, cell phone, wallet
and cash on me and no one even tried to take anything.