You know you've been busy when you forget about the broken nose.
On Good Friday, I get home after a long and exhausting day. Charlie is wired beyond what I can describe. I've been home perhaps five minutes when he jumps head-first into my face.
Stars. Blackness. Explosion of pain.
I go straight to bed with an ice pack. After an hour, Dowlan comes to check on me and brings a hand mirror. I am swollen and Rudolphian in profile.
Fortunately, there was no significant bruising and the swelling was down before I had to go to work the next week. This left me with only two problems: sneezing and glasses. The first time I sneezed, I thought I was going to die. More stars and blackness.
After trying many different ways to hold them up, shift them over, etc, I gave up. Wearing them freaking hurt. By the end of each day, I was icing myself down, even in public. And, two weeks later, the pain is down to an annoying dull ache.
Unfortunately, I no longer have any idea where my glasses are. Yeah, things are going that well.