I bruise forgetfully.
No, that’s not a typo. I have a friend who bruises super easily, (in college, we used to flick her arms just to see how fast the bruise would come up. . . .we were weird that way.) but that’s not my thing.
See, I end up with bruises and have no idea where they came from.
Usually they’re on my legs and I just figure that I walked into something (usually the sharp edge of my bed/table/anything) and "walked it off."
But today I woke up with this massive bruise on my hand.
Make an "L" shape with your thumb and first finger, then draw a straight line down both. See where those lines converge? That’s where my big ol nasty bruise is. And a bump. That I have no idea how I got.
Really, you’d think that something that made a bruise that big and left a lump would be something you’d remember, no?
My best guess is that I’m either so clumsy that I don’t notice all the bazillions of times I run into things, or I’m running into things at work and pretending it didn’t happen so as not to draw attention to my lack of co-ordination.
Or something.
It’s just so weird. I can never remember the incident that gave me the bruise. Maybe I should start a diary:
Saturday, 4pm: ran into table while reading book on way to couch. Left shin..
