Brick vs the Bookcase

Brick made several attempts to kill himself over the holiday weekend. He ran for open stairs, tried to climb into a hot oven and made a mad dash for the campfire. Alas, all of his attempts were thwarted. He succeeded only in shortening my life. Feeling the sting of defeat, he made one more spirited attempt last night.
Yesterday was a pretty good day. The kids both took long naps and we got the house picked up before Mark came home. I didn't have to clean poop off anything and nobody bit or kicked me, so I'd say I was feeling pretty stellar by 6:45 when I went upstairs to get ready for ballet. Mark followed me up with the kids and took them into the office while I changed in the closet. I was half in and half out of my leotard when I heard a loud thud and Mark yell, "Oh no!" Then there was silence. I thought that whatever had just happened was either not so bad (hence the lack of screaming) or very bad (hence the lack of screaming). I rushed into the office and Mark was kneeling over a now crying Brick who was laying on the floor.
"What happened?"
"He pulled the bookcase on top of himself. I think his nose is broken."
I must say I am proud of the speed with which I climbed out of my ballet clothes into regular clothes. I was pretty clear headed while I grabbed a wet rag to stop the trickle of blood coming from Brick's nose and found Mark a shirt and some socks. Mark was smart enough to think of giving him some Ibuprofen (did you know they make that for babies?). I called and mom came over to assess the damage and take Mailee home with her while we took Brick to Urgent Care.
We prepared ourselves for the inevitable accusations of child abuse from the staff, but they were all very nice to us. Maybe it was how upset Mark and I both looked, or how cute Brick was playing ball with us in the waiting room, or just that they could tell he wasn't hurt that badly. Maybe it was just that everyone there had a little boy and they had all been in our shoes. In any case the nurse was so nice and everyone was so reassuring. The doctor sent us down to get X-rays and we were greeted by a middle-aged x-ray tech who said she had no idea how she was going to get a one-year old to hold still for x-rays. Brick, of course, thought it was very fun to lay on the table and get his picture taken. He even smiled. We were so proud of how good and cooperative he was, and in the end the tech said she had never seen a little one who was so good. She offered to babysit anytime we wanted.
Turns out nothing was broken. He slept pretty well last night (only got up 3 times) and is currently running around the house attacking inanimate objects. His nose and right eye are swollen and blue and he is trickling out a mixture of snot and dried blood, but thank goodness he is all right. I wonder if he will consider last night a victory and take a break from his self destructive behavior or if tomorrow he will up the ante. I'll wait with baited breath.