13. My life is a series of neverending sob stories...here's another

Day 1 Face vs. Baseboard heater
Originally uploaded by Alicia Becker

Alright. SO I thought I would include with this post one of the most UNflattering pictures I could....also to highlight the newest features on my face...note: enlarged nose with wall-burn and swollen lips.

Now, my nose is big enough as it is you say...well that's true...In order to tell the story of my nose I need to back things up a bit. So here it goes.

I've been sick for a little more than a week now...I've been coughing, had shortness of breath...read my last blog for more details.

Now... Sunday rolls around, by this time I've taken almost a whole bottle of Buckleys (in proper doses) and several Advil Cold and Sinus' I dragged my butt outta bed and went to church, had a great time at youth group (despite the medication wearing off about half an hour into a two hour long Killer Bunnies game) and then I drove home and collapsed on the couch for a few hours...under a big hot blanket.

Supper with the folks...ate a couple bites of pot pie...back to the blanket...then around 1:00am I started to get really hot...then there was some blurred vision and stumbling around followed by some nausea....(nope, blurred vision and stumbling did not seem to me good enough reasons to lay back down)

I stumbled into the bathroom and at 1:??am

***This is where time stops for me***

I woke up and became acutely aware of certain details...my nose was wet...and cold...and my face was pressed against something hard...and cold...I reached up to feel my nose and realized it was bleeding and that I was lying on the floor...I got myself up sobbing and sweating and feeling very confused and found my bed.

Then I did what any self respecting adult would do in a situation like that would do....I called for help... :) I am forever in Cheryl's debt.

I'm not sure EXACTLY what happened when I blacked out...somehow my face ended up in the corner behind the bathroom door...basically I did a face plant on the floor which may have included a face slide down the wall...I'm surprised I didn't break my nose...or blacken my eyes...

What ticks me off is that people all over, kids, teenagers and college kids pass out drunk all the time, and what do they have to show for it? A couple bruises and a hangover? I get SICK and pass out and I get...facial disfigurement! So it's worse than it looks I'm sure...I also bit a good chunk out of my cheek, mmmm.

So after the passing out and the continued rattling in my chest I decided to go to the walk-in clinic and get it checked out (my mom also told me it was a good idea)

...turns out I had "influenza" which triggered my childhood asthma...greaaaat....I wondered why I was craving puffers all week.... plus by the time I got to the clinic apparently my face was oozing puss because it was infected...greaaat....so I not only got two bloody expensive puffers...but I got some $20 cream for my face too! woot...

So here ends the sorrowful tale of pathetic Alicia and the swollen nose. Your pity is welcome...and monetary gifts are being accepted :P

Moral of the story: Listen to your mom. (and get your flu shot)