"Whatever, Marcia!"

That is a direct quote from Jen (plays Sally) to me, after I tried to tell her nothing was wrong and hid the ice pack I had been holding on my nose.

Let me back up the story a bit.

The Frisbie Baking Company made pies and sold them to a lot of college campuses in the New England area. College students started tossing the empty pie tins. And catching them. Soon they developed games with the tins.
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New Jersey, 1967. High School students invent a game called Ultimate Frisbee. It's a cross between football, soccer, and basketball.

oh wait, I think I backed up too much. Let me adjust my back-up-meter-tron.

Injuries on Dolly. Hmm. Almost there. Although this entry does mention a few key players to the story and shows me pointing out one of them (oops, guess I'll be naming names!).

One more tweak. Ah, here we are. This Sunday.

Matt (plays Ernie) puts together Ultimate Frisbee games in between shows on the weekends. We play at the elementary school, a mile or so from the theatre.

Rule One of Uncle Ernie's Ultimate Frisbee. The most important rule of all:
Nothing is more important than the show. Protect all the players on the field. It's non-contact because we don't want any injuries. We can't have any injuries.

Game on. A few times people would come close to each other and back away before a collision. At one point, Matt and I [who were on the same team] realized we were heading toward each other. We both did windmill arms, trying to stop ourselves. It worked (and how fitting for Tommy people to be doing 'windmills').

Then I did a stupid thing. I got too close behind a very-skinny-teenage-dancer. She had the frisbee. Her boney elbow came up to throw - and hit the bridge of my nose. "Time!" I yelled, bending over in pain. She didn't even know we had made contact. Everyone kept running to the other end of the field.
Someone finally said, "Did someone call time?"
"Yes!" I raised my arm, still bent over, and explained what happened.

- Just the week before, a person had been telling me a story about when he broke his nose and didn't realize he had been bleeding for quite a few minutes. I remembered this. -

They asked me if I was bleeding. I put the side of my finger underneath of my nose, then examined my finger. Nothing. "I don't know. Am I?" And lifted for all to see my nostrils.
"No. Do we need to do anything?"
"I'm just a little stunned. Need to pause for a bit" and walked off the field. We didn't have any ice with us, so that wasn't an option. My eyes were only slightly watering from the initial hit.

I went back in the game. I noticed that running really jostled my skull. Not comfortable. Then I felt a drip. Uh, oh. I put my my finger underneath my nose. Looked at my finger - it was clear. Phew. Must just be some nasal drip that got loose when I was hit. I thought I was having a private moment, just me and my snot - after all, they hadn't noticed me the first time. I look up. All nine players had stopped and were looking at me.
"You bleeding now?"
"No, just snot. I'm out. I'm gonna go back to the theatre for some ice." I was glad it was a body part I don't need to run a spotlight with. And that I work at a place that has plenty of ice packs.

Now to hide this from my stage manager... I didn't want Ultimate Frisbee to be outlawed because of a stupid move I made.
Hence the reason I was hiding my ice pack in the beginning of this too-long of a story.

My other concerns: I have a wide nose already. It's not just a vain thing (although that, too) but I actually have issues with finding eyeglass frames and sunnies that fit my wide bridge. I didn't want my nose to swell and be even wider! Some people looked at me and told me it looked a little swollen and others said I looked fine. I just think the first group of people never realized how wide my nose is already.

And I'm getting new glasses this week! I lost my old ones, so I haven't been wearing any. I will have the ability to see again - but what if I can't wear them because it hurts my nose? Luckily I had picked out the frames last week.

And the bruising factor that might happen...

Enough people found out what had happened (oh yeah, and the eleven witnesses that I didn't tell to keep quiet probably blabbed) that my stage manager knew. And I didn't find out until places that she knew.

Avenge Thee: One of the male techies accidentally elbowed her in the boob a little later in the game. Once again, you mess with one techie... [he was on my team, too]