Sunday. Superbowl Sunday. Woke up with a pretty crusty nose. Had some messed up dreams last night, but they were not nose related, only work related. Assuming that the vicodin/ambien cocktail had some influence on the quality of my dreams.
Today I am feeling a little bit like I can tell someone has broken my nose, which I would assume means the swelling and inflammation must be starting to subside. Feeling pressure around my nose, eyes, and mouth.
Beautiful day today. Perfect for a round of golf (that I will miss), and tossing the football around pre-game. That would be all I need is a football in the nose to take an already cracked nose and shatter it.
It's 1:45pm. I now understand what the Doctor meant by take it easy. I attempted to make some food for the boys to enjoy during the game (wild mushroom truffle pasta, chicken breast with preserved lemon and green olives, and an arugula salad), and now I am wiped out. In a complete fog and my nose and sinuses are burning.
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