Um...Ouch.

Those of you who love my stories will probably get a kick out of this one.

Last night, a friend invited me to dinner at his place.  I debated it for a little bit, because I had just made my excellent chicken & dumplings.  But, I have a pretty firm policy about not turning down free food.  So, I went.

We ate, and watched a lot of TV - he's got some sort of TiVo knock off.  Ti-Faux, if you will.  And I drank what didn't seem like a whole lot of wine.

Then, I stood up.  We were going to take his dog for a walk.  Details are fuzzy at this point. 

I remember the TV being turned off. 

I remember stepping into sandals.

I remember being face down on the floor with my nose bleeding rather heartily.

Apparently, after I put on the slippers, I stood there for a minute, and then just fell forward in almost comical style.  I did not put my arms out to catch myself. 

My theories:  I think I passed out briefly, and the impact brought me back around.  I also think that I must've hit the wall and/or baseboard on my way down, and this is what prevented my nose from being shattered.

There's a bump on my forehead (supporting my wall and/or baseboard theory).  There's a nasty gash on the left side of my nose.  That one's probably going to leave a scar.  My right nostril was the one that was bleeding.

I'm pretty sure my nose isn't broken (thankfully).  It's a little swollen and bruised, but it doesn't look misshapen.  I trying to figure out the cut on my nose.  It's a crescent shape, but there's no real certainty about how it got there.  The wall and baseboard that I likely hit were on my right side (and the bump's on the right side of my forehead).

So, friend gave me a towel and set me up in the bathroom with a mirror so I could clean myself up a little bit.  When he got back from walking his dog, I was there bitching out my lightweight pansy ass.  My body needs to realize that this was not an acceptable reaction to the amount of alcohol I consumed (about 3/4 of a bottle of cabernet).  And I'm notorious for being very hard on myself anyway.

Needless to say, I stayed at his place last night.

I didn't even have the hint of a hangover this morning (go me!).  Which makes last night's scenario even less acceptable.  If I'd had a hangover, then I could've said, "Well, maybe I did drink more than I realized."

He drove me home this morning.  I went into the bathroom, and cleaned most of the clotted blood from my right nostril, and applied some good old hydrogen peroxide to the gash.  It fizzed and bubbled like mad, but it didn't sting.  I've also put a band-aid on it, which makes me look somewhat like an idiot (perhaps not undeservedly).

What will I tell them tonight at Bible Study?

"Eh.  Bar fight."

I'm going to do my crossword puzzle now and then read for a bit.  Be good!