Oh goody! My manicure matches the blood that gushed out of my face! (If you look closely, you can see droplets of blood on my pants!)
It was early Wednesday morning. 5am. I was just about to start getting ready to head to the airport. I was heading to LA for a Tony Robbins event. I became a fan of Tony’s about a year ago and always wanted to go to one of his events. As a birthday gift to myself, I signed myself up and got one of the Diamond Premier tickets to his Unleash the Power Within events in Los Angeles. I was so excited that morning because when I checked into my flight online, I had been upgraded to fly first class. Awesome right? Well, it would have been until I had a little too much pep in my step and hopped over the doggy gate in the kitchen. The slipper on my back foot got caught on the gate and before I knew what was happening, I went flying face-first into the corner of a chair. I slammed the side of my nose down and felt a surge of pressure. Blood was everywhere! I covered my face and felt bone and screamed. My mother ran over, handed me a towel in a panic. I ran over to the phone and told her to call 911. Calming her down was the worst part. When I realized this was real and I couldn’t re-do my entrance into the kitchen, I cried until the ambulance arrived but the strange part was, it didn’t exactly hurt. It was mostly just a lot of pressure building up on top of itself. In the ambulance truck, I instructed the paramedics to “not let me catch my reflection in any windows or mirrors and for Christ’s sake crank up the air conditioner before I pass out!” I lost a hell of a lot of blood and my blood pressure is typically on the lower side. Plus, I knew heat would only make me bleed more.
I tried to stay calm and positive as I wheeled into the Emergency Room. They started by checking my blood pressure (low, as I expected) and temperature. I was asked how this all happened and this is where my sense of humor kicked in. “Well, I was hopping over the doggy gate. I think I did something a little extra because I saw Cirque du Soleil this weekend and I guess I was a little inspired!” The nurses just stared at me blankly. “It’s a joke. Anyway, the tip of my slipper got caught on the gate and I flew face-first into the chair. Look, I kind of need my face for my job and I haven’t looked at myself and I don’t want to until I’m stitched up. Do you think this can be fixed?” They couldn’t really give me an answer which annoyed me but I understood they were probably just trying to avoid legal issues.
I waited around, with a towel to my face and my phone in the other hand to distract my mind from the pain and pressure. I prayed silently, thanking the higher powers for all of the blessings I had in my life so far and that I was still alive. My prayers were interrupted when a doctor came over to me. Cute as a button, if I do say so myself. My inner Beverly was so disappointed that we had to meet him in this condition. “Do you think this is fixable?” I asked, this time showing photos of what I used to look like on my phone. He gave me a more reasonable answer than the nurses before him. “I’ve seen surgeons achieve incredible results from people in way worse condition. I can’t guarantee it, but with the right surgeon, I’m sure you will be able to look beautiful again. You may have a bit of a scar, but I’ll stitch you up in a way that will heal best.”
I was then placed on a bed. They spread what looked like Cupcake’s wee-wee pads across my chest and started pouring some liquids over my face. Luckily, they didn’t burn or sting. Next, he injected some numbing fluids in two places on my nose. This felt so weird. I was given Xanax to keep me calm for the stitching and he got to work. For the second half, I was on my phone texting to keep my mind off of what was happening. The doctor asked, “Did you ever think you’d be getting stitches while texting?”
“Um, no. Can’t say that was on my to-do list for the day,” I laughed. At one point, I noticed my toes. I had given myself a manicure and pedicure just hours ago. Maybe this was the Xanax talking, but I asked the doctor if he would mind looking at my nails. “I just did them and it doesn’t look like I’ll be going anywhere anytime soon. I don’t want the time to have gone completely to waste,” I explained. Such a kind doctor, he told me I had beautiful hands and that he was sorry about my plans being ruined. I was more upset about how they had been ruined.
“Oh, I’ve missed flights before only for more preferable reasons than this!” I laughed. Even though this was probably the worst day I can think of, I’m happy my humor didn’t abandon me. I’ve always been a firm believer that if we don’t find reasons to laugh, we’ll just cry. Things could always be worse.
When I got back home from the hospital was where the pain started to kick in. I took an extra-strength Tylenol, fell asleep, and woke up feeling practically no pain at all.
It’s now been about 3 days since I took that tumble and I’m feeling much better. I can breathe out of both nostrils comfortably and my sense of smell is coming back. The swelling around my face and eyes was the worst part but it’s starting to go down. No bruising. The skin that was stitched up looks like it’s healing really nicely. My nose is broken but looks like it’s just shifted out of place a bit. The overall shape is still close to the original. I will be seeing a wonderful plastic surgeon this coming week to plan how we’re going to fix this. I just want to go back to what I used to look like. I uploaded a video the other day and just seeing my face was really hard for me. I never really considered myself to be a real beauty but after you go through something that alters your looks in a negative way, you really start to appreciate what you used to look like in a new way. It’s kind of like how when old people show you photos of themselves when they were younger and say, “Wasn’t I just so beautiful/handsome?” I don’t think they felt that way exactly when they were that age. When I get this fixed, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to complain about what I look like ever again.
Sometimes, when less than fortunate things happen to you, it helps you put things into perspective. You start to discover what’s important in life. There has been an outpouring of kindness from people towards me since this happened and it’s given me more faith in there being good people in this world. Of course, there have been disappointments but it helps you get some clarity on where to not waste your time. And also, to not rush or be reckless.
In the meantime, I have a couple of videos that I can put up over the next couple of weeks. I’ve even thought about doing some nail tutorials when I feel up to it. I would show what I look like now, but I don’t want to scare anyone. I’m going to wait until after I’m fixed up and happy with my results before I reveal anything. The internet isn’t exactly the most favorable place to open yourself up to too much when you’re still feeling vulnerable. So, you’ll see my new face that will hopefully look like my old one (although I’m not opposed to better) in at least a month from now!
MORAL OF THE STORY: Beware of doggy gates, take your time, and be cautious.