Alright... how many times have I started, stopped, started, stopped and started only to quit blogging? I don't even know the answer anymore...
I think my problem last time was that I was so inspired by other bloggers that I tried to be like them and lost what I liked about blogging.
I like to tell my stories as if I was sitting with you and talking to you about my weird and ridiculous life. I think as long as I stick with that, I should be good. Right? Who knows but let's try this again.
Anyway, I felt like my trip to Urgent Care today was just too bizare not to share with people... I seriously talk to myself in my car and say, "is this really happening?" and I say it often!!!! So I will share with you how a simple thing like trimming your nose hairs can end up a really painful learning experience.
Soooo, last week I was looking in the mirror (probably picking my face because let's be honest, that's what I do) and I noticed that it was time to give the ol' nose hairs a trim. So since Tony doesn't like to share his nose hair trimmers (something about being gross blah blah blah) I decided to use these scissors I found in the bathroom drawer (sounds totally sanitary right?). Well as I was getting the the inner corner up toward the front, I snipped my nose. I then yelled "OUCH" and jumped up and down. After that I totally forgot about it...
Now fast forward about a week and I have a big ol' scab in my nose and I am in the bathroom again looking in the mirror and what do I do? Of course, I pick the scab (now I will understand if you avoid me a school because you are totally grossed out by me now, I can't help it, I AM GROSS!) Now this time I almost pass out from the pain and a giant tear rolls down my face! No joke!!!! A few days goes by and my nose is super tender. Well today I woke up and I couldn't even move my face, make expressions or anything without being in excruciating pain so I decide to go to Urgent Care.
Try explaining to Urgent Care why you are there... go ahead... and those of you who know me, know that I am NOT shy. "Um, this is kind of weird but I was trimming my nose hairs with scissors last week and..." and the doctor says, "OMG did you poke yourself?" and I say, "NOOOO, I CUT MYSELF!!!!!" and she laughs hysterically at me and says, "that sounds like something I would do!!!!"
Anyway, after she examines the inside of my nose and says, "oh wow that's pretty infected", she prescribes me two different antibiotics and says to come back in two days if it isn't significantly better because she will need to change my meds.
Good lord, really? Who does this stuff happen to? Yep, me!