I Feel Stupid! Really, really stupid.

Edit to the first sentence of previous blog:

Rule #1 for living life in general: DON'T. GET. HURT.

So I made the smart decision of walking through my darkened room to get to my bed last night. Mind you, I've done this numerous times before with success.

This is the general sway of how things have gone in the past:

1. Turn off lights.
2. Walk through room to general direction of bed.
3. Feel around for the bed.
4. Sit down on bed.
5. Lie down and go to sleep.

This is how it happened last night:

1. Turn off lights.
2. Walk through room to general direction of bed.
3. Feel around for bed.
4. Barely sit down on bed.
5. Suddenly realize I've overshot where I was supposed to sit down because there is excruciating pain emitting from nose. (I've just smartly slammed it onto the dresser -way to go - instantly feel like an idiot but am in too much pain to care at the moment.)
6. Stand up then kneel down by bed. Press hands to nostrils to help the pain go away.
7. Realize there is blood dripping (rather quickly) from nostrils (first time that has ever happened in my twenty-two years of life).
8. Cup hand under nose to catch blood, fumble around for the light switch so I can freeking see.
9. Storm over to bathroom, see bloody face, turn on water, splash face numerous times. Grab tissue to catch more blood.
10. Return to room to look for hair tie because hair is getting in the way.
11. Return to bathroom, pull hair back, splash more water on face.
12. Note severe swollenness and other abnormalities on face. Think nose might be broken due to the blood.
13. Wake up mother with a, "Mom, I hate to do this to you, but can you come look at my face?"
14. Mother gets up. Whole family gets up. Convince me everything's just really swollen, but not broken.
15. Discover blood on sheets from nose. Mom, sister, and dad change sheets. I sit with warm washcloth pressed to nose. Have been feeling dizzy if standing for more than a minute or so.
16. Dad does interrogation session to give me his "diagnosis." At least my teeth are all still intact and not loose.
17. Return to bathroom. Take Advil.
18. Just want to go to bed - I'm tired!
19. Lie down.
20. Mom turns off light so I don't have to.
21. Go to sleep wondering if I'm going to have a puffy upper lip and sore nose for the rest of my life. But at the same time, am wondering (with slight interest) what other items have just been added to the list of long-term bodily modification. (My right middle finger is a little crooked from when I displaced it last summer, but I like it. Builds character, and still works just fine.)

It's currently 9:20 p.m. so this all happened just a few hours shy of a day ago. My lips, I believe, have actually sustained the worst of the (visible at least) damage. A section is bruised, and there are a couple small cuts. The area between my nose and upper lip got hit hard too, though I can't really see the damage. It's got to be the reason my upper lip is so swollen though.

I took some pictures of it, just for kicks. And that way I can do comparison photos.

I'm not posting them on here though. If you know me in the real world (as opposed to this lovely man-made virtualization), well, you'll see what I'm talking about soon enough.

I hope you had a better Valentine's Day!