The Angriest Drive Home

Headed to NYC on Thursday…. Or not. Turns out you can’t fly with a ruptured anterior ethmoid artery. No Billy Joel at the Garden. No epic 26 course  dinner at Masa. No floor seats at the Marquette game in Brooklyn. All over a friction’ bloody nose. Instead it’s bed rest and a nose stuffed with packing. And if and when the artery is repaired, surgery will follow to repair the broken and deviated septum that I’ve been living with since I was twelve.  See, it’s not all seashells and balloons.