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by mg at 11:11 PM on February 14, 2006
I wouldn’t say I’m a clumsy person, but I get lots of random cuts, scrapes, and bruises.
And random really is the best way to describe them because, more often than not, I can’t even remember where the injuries come from. I’ll just look down at some point during the day, and like a 12 year-old girl getting her first visit from Aunt Flow, I’ll notice that, Hey, I’m bleeding and have no idea why.
So it was no surprise, and also quite surprising, this morning when I woke up and felt a sharp pain when I bent and un-bent my arm. I tried to look at my elbow, and couldn’t, so went to look in the mirror and found a big red mark on my left elbow.
I vaguely remember at some point during the day before banging my elbow into something and thinking, “Ouch, that hurt.” But I could just be doing my impression of Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and practicing a bit of revisionist history because I’m not entirely sure that actually happened, as I don’t remember where I might have bumped it and what I might have bumped it into.
None of that wanna-be Memento stuff matters though. The only thing that matters is that it really hurts. Every time I bend or un-bend my arm there is this deep bone-aching pain. And the bruise on my elbow has really prevented me from participating in my absolute favorite pass-time. No, not that. I haven’t been able to lean all day. This has really curtailed my daily thinking man time.
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I have what looks like a cat scratches. One on the back of my right hand, going from the knuckle of my middle finger, up and beyond my wrist, ending halfway up my arm. If I run my finger across it vanishes for a few seconds... I have absolutely no idea how I got it.
Also a shit load of back scratches, and since I haven't been engaged in any hearty sexual romps, or have any memory of being attacked while trying to escape an army of pixies... I haven't the first damn clue how I got them. The mad thing is... the back scratches are exactly like the scratch on the back of my hand... they just look like cat scratches. *shrugs*
Nothing wrong with my thinking man posing abilities, but since we're comparing war wounds I thought I'd share. These scratches don't hurt, so you've got me beat.
by Ex Crimson Guard NCO at February 14, 2006 11:35 PM
I always wake up with my face bloodied. I try to claw my skin off during the night. Crude plastic surgery I guess. You get used to it after a while.
by anna at February 15, 2006 7:45 AM
Ha Ha, you are officially old!!!
by Jerry Wilson at February 15, 2006 9:42 AM
Mg,
Lay off of the heroin and your condition should clear up.
by Long Time Lurker at February 15, 2006 10:22 AM
Rebel, rebel, your arm is a mess...
I hate when my arm falls completely asleep, in the rare instances when I fall asleep, and I have to use my other arm to move it, and I'm afraid I'm breaking it.
by LOCKHEED at February 17, 2006 7:52 PM
I've been up for 4 days running. Not now, a different time.
by anna at February 18, 2006 9:15 AM