Or rather, I fell flat on my chinny chin chin!
I wrote out the whole story on Odd Planet if you’d like to go and read about my accident. It’s kind of humorous, so if you’d like a bit of a laugh at my expense go read the whole story.
The semi-short version is that I was walking with my husband and I either got dizzy or tripped and after a short useless attempt at keeping myself upright I used my chin as a landing pad. On a cement sidewalk!
My husband got me to the hospital pretty fast when he saw the big gapping hole in my chin, and when I told him that I had heard quite a crack when I landed. I wasn’t sure if I had broken my jaw it was hurting so bad. We had a small pit stop at home before we went to the hospital so that I could change my coat since the one I was wearing at the time was covered in blood, and so that I could get an ice pack on my face.
The hospital we went to is the one that I work at, in fact I had to visit the ER where I work. Very embarrassing!
To keep this on the short side I ended up with several stitches in my lower chin after the doctor told me that the wound was right to my chin bone. I must have popped not only the skin but the tissues below it on impact. The doctor also told me that it will take several months to fully heal. It’s bad!
I also had several x-rays of my jaw since it was aching even worse by the time the stitches were finished. The left side is the worst, and the pain goes right into my ear. The x-rays looked good to the doctor, but a radiologist will check them out tomorrow to be sure that there aren’t any small fractures.
At the very least I expect that I’ll be in pain for a few days and end up with a lot of bruising. I haven’t looked at my face since we got home a couple of hours ago, but when I feel my chin it feels like it’s all puffed out. Picture a profile view of a witch with her chin extended and jutting out and that’s what my chin feels like to me right now.
My niece, the first, who happens to have been born when I was 12, is getting married near the end of April. The doctor told me that my scar will be very bad around that time because scars are usually very red and raised after about 4 or 5 weeks of healing. Lovely! Just in time for the wedding. Oh well, I guess it could be worse. I really could have broken my jaw and ended up attending her wedding with a wired jaw or something like that.
I’m sitting here in a lot of pain right now. I really hit the ground hard! My neck, my jaw, and the sides of my head hurt. The freezing is also starting to come out of my wound too so that’s talking to me as well.
I haven’t eaten yet so I’m going to go try to suck some soup through my stiff jaw and then try to sooth my aches and pains with an ice pack. I still can’t believe I did this to myself. I’ve told you before that I’m a klutz. Well here’s the proof! Thankfully I’m usually a bit more resilient than I was tonight.