I thought I survived unscathed.
I sneezed, my glasses fell off, and the bridge of my nose slammed into the edge of my laptop.
I immediately put a hand to my face, expecting to pull it away coated in blood. But there was none. I felt like doing a jig, except that would definitely have led to some spurting blood.
Soon after, though, my face started hurting and feeling a little slick. I am now typing with a kleenex lying across my nose and in need of an advil.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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