The doctor said: this will hurt.
He was right. It did hurt. I shouted JESUS!
Now the inside of my nose is free from plastic splints and stitches (splint = spalkje, spalkje? plastic schijven van het tussenbeen tot aan mijn oog)
I thanked the doctor, I should have punched him on the nose.
It's over now.  I'm thankful.
Here is the coffee book still Richard send me. From the movie 'the Happening'
I guess they hired the lawnmower for an hour and the stuntman found out he had an anxiety for lawnmowers.