Battle Scars, Baby!

So, my last post was about me being excited over some new kick ass Basketball shoes, right?
Yeah... well now I have a broken nose.

A week ago today I was playing in a pickup game at the rec and got elbowed in the face by some Bro who was about 6'2'' 210 lbs. The initial pain was twice as excruciating than when I broke my hand a couple years ago. I felt ridiculous rolling around on the ground like I was having a seizure or something... but it honestly killed. The best way I can describe it is when you are watching a fight scene in a movie and something happing where you just cringe and say to yourself or whoever you are watching the flick with, "Jesus, that would fucking hurt."

Well, despite tears running down my face and stars floating all over the place I decided to stay in the game to make up for maybe being a little over dramatic. Well, I don't think I was being dramatic, but this stuff happens all the time in these games and I didn't want to look ineffectual competitor in just my second week playing with these guys. Also, there wasn't any blood which really made me feel stupid after the display I put on after getting hit. However, I woke up in the middle of the night with a really dried up nose. I went upstairs to take a leak and pick some bogies to find my nose and the area around my eyes incredibly swollen and the sweet boogers I picked to be bloody.

Now by this point I was pretty sure it was broken but didn't want to make to big a deal about it so I just gave it a couple days and by Sunday it looked ok. My nose was still tender but wasn't crooked our anything so I just figure I just had a little cartilage damage or something. Being the impatient fool I am, I decided to hit the courts that night. During my third game, some dude was trying to save a ball and chucked it blindly with me standing right behind him. This time the blood game immediately. I stumbled out of the gym feeling like I was going to faint from the pain. This time, I woke up to black under my eyes which is a sure sign of a broken nose.

I honestly can't seem to go about doing the things I enjoy without getting hurt. Earlier in the year I messed up my ankle while I was training for the Eugene Half-Marathon and now I wait a good month before I can hit the court again.

I know a broken nose is no big deal, and that this post may be a cry for someone to feel sorry for me... but in reality I just wanted to write it down hopping I will look at this in a couple years and laugh at the fact that I spent this much time writing down the play-by-play of how I suffered a minor broken nose.