On November 10, Carrie Underwood fell or something in her Nashville home and it was reported that shebroke her wristand needed surgery. Turns out she broke her entire face.
Now, here we are 7 weeks later and, even though I’ve had the best people helping me, I’m still healing and not quite looking the same. I honestly don’t know how things are going to end up but I do know this: I am grateful. I am grateful that it wasn’t much, much worse. “And when I am ready to get in front of a camera, I want you all to understand why I might look a bit different,” she writes. “I’m hoping that, by then, the differences are minimal, but, again, I just don’t know how it’s all going to end up.”
Now, I don’t know if Carrie knew it’s the 200th anniversary of Frankenstein and is being a little overdramatic or what, but what the fuck is going on in her house? This is some The Conjuring shit. I would say she should probably move, but white people never move with stuff like that. Hopefully she’s freaking out because she’ll have a tiny scar a makeup artist won’t be able to cover up. Either way, she gave the Kardashians an idea they never thought of when they go in for annual facial reconstructions surgeries.