Broken? Bruised? You decide
It's got a lovely indentation, though. You can actually fit the blasted sign holder in that indentation, but I won't let you! Anyway, I thought all was well. Yesterday morning, I woke up to find dried blood caked in one nostril. Not a lot, but enough to give me pause.
Ed inspected and said the nose is broken. Whaaaaa? I didn't hear any crack or other impending sign of doom coming from the nose. It's not like I can do anything about it anyway, a broken nose is like a broken toe-tape it and ignore it.
However, since then, I've had to blow my nose a lot, and some of those tissues have not been pleasant. Hmmmm, maybe he's right. Even if he is, I don't think it warrants a visit to the doctor. I just have to remember that it hurts when I laugh...