The Story of the Nose

It all goes back to 8th grade softball tryouts. I was having a catch with one of my best friends, Krista, when the coach called out. I looked away and before I knew it, the softball tipped off my mitt and hit my nose! Tears welled up, but I didn't cry because I really wanted to make the team. Well, I did make the team and went on to love softball, but I did break my nose. This was only the start.......



The next time I broke my nose was one night after youth group. I was at a friend's house. This time, Tommy decided to throw me into the pool. Of course I protested, kicking and screaming the whole way. I grabbed onto the fence around the pool and cut my finger! So, Tommy, seeing the blood put me down. I walked into the house, washed my finger off and suddenly felt sick! I passed out, flat on my face. I woke up to my brother's face, telling me that I broke my nose. I was like, "no, it's my finger". Someone else was putting a bandaid on my finger, another was trying to give me juice, and Tommy was apologizing profusely. I couldn't feel my face, but the nose was definitely broken, and I needed stitches on my finger! This time I had a consult with an ENT. One visit with that doc and I was never going back! Scared to death of any possible surgery!



The next time ........ My mom cut the tip of her finger while trimming the hedges. So, I had been changing her bandages for her. Well, one morning, my mom woke me up and told me to change the bandage because it got wet. I jumped out of bed, took one look and got sick! I passed out and broke my nose.......again. I cried the whole way to the hospital, not again!! This time, I also cut my nose and ended up with stitches and a scar!


The next time........oh yes, there is one more. This one is unofficial, but after 3 times, you kinda know the feeling! I was on a youth leader retreat. We were on a break and some of the guys were tossing a football in the parking lot. All I heard was "lookout", so I did. Ouch, of course it hit my nose!!!! Am I a target or what?

I must say though, it does run in the family. My mom, sister, and brother have all broken their noses at least once! So that's my story. Pictures to follow.