Just in case I look like a Panda in New York

I was just hit in the face by a pipe propelled by 80lbs of leaping dog, knocked down and -- briefly -- knocked out.

My doctor established that my nose wasn't broken, decided not to stitch the side of the nose up, offered much sage advice, and then said, cheerfully, "You'll be fine. There's going to be a lot of bruising, though. I just hope you don't have any public appearances coming up."

I have a sneaking suspicion that I think this is actually funny. Although that might just be the concussion talking. Er, typing.

Right. Going to rest and ice-pack for a bit now.

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