I HAVE A NASTY gash on the top of my nose. I'd like to say it's from defending the store against vampires or looters, or holding off overzealous fans at the Q-Fest Street party Saturday night, or being licked to near-death by the dogs.
Nope. It's from walking into a door. In the middle of the night. While going to the bathroom.
Getting old sucks.
|At least I didn't look like this.|
Then, BAM. Head-first. Right into the door. Talk about waking up in a hurry.
I did my business and went back to bed. Then I felt something warm trickling down my nose. I got back up and looked in the mirror.
It wasn't pretty. I gashed it pretty good right at the bridge of the nose. I also had a small mark above my left eye. I cleaned it up and I think I fell back asleep quickly.
I was sore the next morning. It was still pretty raw. But I left it alone, and fortunately it didn't bleed. Sheryl suggested putting a bandage on it, but that would have been admitting I'm really old and that I don't know how to open a door in the middle of the night.
Then, last night, three nights later, I got up and it was bleeding again. Blechh. So I finally relented and put a bandage on my nose this morning with some ointment. I look like one of the Hansen Brothers from Slap Shot. But one of the things about getting old is that really, it doesn't matter.
And my glasses aren't slipping off my nose. See? Win win.
The moral of the story? Always leave your bathroom door open. Especially after defending your music store business against the Zombie Apocalypse. That's the excuse I'm using, for now. I mean, running head-first into a bathroom door just seems so .... lame.
Or like something an old man would do.