Yesterday I checked out some pictures posted of a March farewell party for a colleague who was moving to another department. (The party took place the week after I fell and broke my nose, but before I had it reset and bandaged up.) Lo and behold, I made it into one of the candid shots, though I wish I hadn't! I'm in the middle of the picture here, with the teal top, black jacket and khaki pants. If you click to enlargen the photo, you can see the scrape down the side of my nose and on my chin. The expression says it all, though. I was pretty uncomfortable; I can't believe I even went to the party, feeling like I did! (I guess I was looking for a diversion.)
Boy, am I glad that's all over (the hurt face, not the party)!