check yer head

About six weeks ago Jake rammed me in the face with his big fat head. He hit me on the side of my nose right by my eye one. I heard a pop, saw a big white flash, and blood ran down the back of my throat. Then I went to work. Since then I've had a little bit of swelling, some bloody post nasal drip, a headache every day, my teeth feel lose, my neck has perma-crick, and I haven't breathed out of my right nose hole since Easter, at least. Time to go to the doctor, where I found out that I have a deviated septum and probably either a chip or a fracture at the bottom of that hole in my skull that my eye sticks out of. Beauty.

Dr. Mike gave me an uber-antibiotic to knock out any of the infection that loves to grow in sinuses that may or may not have been punctured and I am supposed to have my head x-rayed to see if there are any bone fragments swimming around in my face somewhere. I scored some Rx-strength anti-histamines to drain pus and snot out of my grill and a trip to the Ear Nose and Throat guy next week.

This ought to be tons of fun.