P, with a seriously swollen nose and two black-ish eyes, is being asked on the regular if everything is ok at home. Poor old P, I think he can see the funny side of his wife breaking his nose in the middle of the night with a savage if unintentional headbutt, but it's still getting a bit old having to explain himself to all + sundry. Luckily, I managed to crack his nose along an old break, so he didn't have to have it rebroken/aligned.
In the wee hours of the morning, having finished losing my shit and cleaning up my husband/all the blood (ALL THE BLOOD), I was wide awake. Wired from the events of the night and wary, in case P choked on blood in his sleep or god forbid I had a further episode of terrors. This led to a bit of a google session on my phone:
"I broke my husband's nose"
"Nose broken night terrors"
"fuckity fuck fuck I headbutted his face"
& variations on the theme.
Do you know what? I am not the first woman in the world to have broken her spouse's nose during an episode of night terrors. I found a message board relating to exactly that scenario, upon which the responders detailed savage night beatings of their bedmates. I felt so much better afterwards but also marginally horrified at the nocturnal violence being perpetrated worldwide.
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