I think I was lucky. I don't think my nose is broken. I talked to the advice nurse. Since I can breathe fine, since I didn't lose consciousness and seem to be thinking straight, and since the swelling is not greater than two inches, she said I didn't need to go to the ER. I'm supposed to be with someone for the rest of the day.
I don't have any events until Oct. 22, except I am meeting an FBI agent for coffee on Wednesday. I'm pretty sure I might have black eyes by then. Do you think he'll believe me when I tell him I "fell down"?
I'm going to have to use this somehow. How quickly you can think in a split second. I had time to be surprised and to be worried about different parts of my body right before they made contact with the pavement. Standing up, touching my face, seeing the blood on my hands, and looking up and down the deserted street and wondering what I should do next. (LK Madigan lives about a half-mile away, but I knew I couldn't make it that far). Waving down two young guys in a beat up car and asking them if they had a cell phone and how bad I looked. Also if I still seemed to have all my teeth. One of them walked me to his house where a young woman let me use the phone and gave me a wet cloth.
Then I walked a couple of blocks to meet my husband. I didn't make eye contact with the few people who drove past. I wonder what I would do if I saw a woman waking down the street with a bloody face and a blue napkin? I spit up a clot of blood, which kind of freaked me out, but that hasn't happened again.
Too bad I can't be Jack Bauer on 24. He would already be leaping off buildings and shooting bad guys. Me? I think I'll go back to bed.