A Broken Nose

I broke my nose in 2012. I had been playing baseball for four years, with no serious injuries. That quickly changed when I went to one of my practices.

We started the practice like normal, doing some running and fundamental drills. We then headed to the infield. We executed drills where ground balls were hit to the shortstop, and they would throw to the first baseman. I was put on first base, which was my main position. Another kid also came over to interchange on first base. 

The drills started, and were going quite smoothly. This came to an abrupt end when the shortstop threw a ball headed for first base. The other kid was covering first base at the time, but missed the ball. The ball went right over his glove and hit me right in the nose. 

My nose immediately gushed blood and I started crying. My dad was a coach at the time, and quickly headed over to attend me. Another coach grabbed an old t-shirt that was in the dugout, and brought it to me. I applied the t-shirt to my nose, hoping to stop the bleeding. Soon, the bleeding stopped. 

I was in a little bit of pain, but was ready to head back out and practice. My dad, however, didn’t think that was a good idea. He stated that my nose looked damaged and that he heard a crack when the ball hit my nose. He insisted that we headed to the hospital. I listened to my dad, and packed up my equipment. I then walked to the car with my dad, and rode to the hospital. 

On the way to the hospital, my father called my mother. His first words were “Aimee, don’t freak out.” My mom was not a fan of the injury either. She met us at the hospital, where we walked in and got checked in. After waiting for a while, we headed into a room. I quickly got x-rays and was informed that my nose was broken. 

The doctors told me that they hoped my nose would heal itself, and only gave me medicine for it. After a few weeks, my nose was back to normal.