I was thinking, bruises are often a lot like ninjas...they come out of no where, they are mysterious, not everyone can see them all of the time, they can show up anywhere, they are dark and painful, and as you know if you see one that means there are probably thousands...wait, wrong analogy...anyway...
Yesterday I noticed a 4 inch-long purple bruise on my upper thigh. I was all, "wha? huh?" because I mean really, this bruise is big enough that I should remember how it got there. I mean, it's not like I was training on the uneven parallel bars for the next summer Olympics, I wasn't in any street fights that I know of, and it isn't a result of some strange waxing accident...
So where did it come from? I am most perplexed. It's not easy to keep an eye on either, even though my mild OCD compels me to check it every few hours, which means I have to run into the bathroom to drop trou to check it out. And sure enough it's still there! All I can really do is sit around and wonder, all day, what I did to get such a mark, because as you can imagine house cleaning or driving is out of the question; I can barely think of anything else or move for that matter...
It must be due to my age, either my capillaries are just that delicate, or my memory is shot, but until it's gone I will be most annoyed by its presence and will probably openly complain about it and think about it non-stop, kind of like I did about the LOST finale.
Yesterday I noticed a 4 inch-long purple bruise on my upper thigh. I was all, "wha? huh?" because I mean really, this bruise is big enough that I should remember how it got there. I mean, it's not like I was training on the uneven parallel bars for the next summer Olympics, I wasn't in any street fights that I know of, and it isn't a result of some strange waxing accident...
So where did it come from? I am most perplexed. It's not easy to keep an eye on either, even though my mild OCD compels me to check it every few hours, which means I have to run into the bathroom to drop trou to check it out. And sure enough it's still there! All I can really do is sit around and wonder, all day, what I did to get such a mark, because as you can imagine house cleaning or driving is out of the question; I can barely think of anything else or move for that matter...
It must be due to my age, either my capillaries are just that delicate, or my memory is shot, but until it's gone I will be most annoyed by its presence and will probably openly complain about it and think about it non-stop, kind of like I did about the LOST finale.
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I have gotten them in weird places too..sometimes I discover that it was from carrying something where I rested the edge on my body to balance or carry it...
who knows why our bodies protest things this way?? Hope your boo-boo gets better soon!
OMG! That happens to me ALL the time! I sometimes wonder if one of my children ran into me and caused it... LOL. But, really, I'm always bumping into things and just brushing it off... a few days later, I wind up with a bruise and can't remember for the life of me how I got it.
I play a lot of sports and after soccer one season, I looked abused. YIKES. Bruises..not so pretty. LOL.
I get weird bruises all the time, too. I just blame the dog. The 5-pound Yorkie. She's a beast.
i have one on my arm. idk how i got it. i'm so tired. remember when we used to watch community together? man. i feel so old.
when i see you, i'm gonna be like... "pudi there!" and give you a high five.
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