Saturday, 29 March 2008

Delicate Petal That I Am

I bruise forgetfully.

No, that's not a typo. I have a friend who bruises super easily, (in first year, 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.


Blogger Rachel said...

random. i seriously bruise like a peach! definite lack of co-ordination journal. haha.


Saturday, March 29, 2008 11:06:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

Maybe we could co-author a book! ; )

Saturday, March 29, 2008 11:18:00 am  
Blogger Jenn said...

I had the same type of moment this week - I crossed my legs and there was this pain I looked down and I could see through my black pantyhose this 4 inch long 1 inch wide bruise and I'm like where the heck did that come from? I think I need a journal too.

Saturday, March 29, 2008 5:26:00 pm  
Blogger BPD in OKC said...

I'm the same way. I get bruises a lot and don't know where they come from. Normally I blame my hyper puppy who jumps on me all the time.

Saturday, March 29, 2008 7:36:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

Jenn, that sounds totally like something I'd do. The whole "huh?" thing.

BPD, yet another reason for me to get a puppy! ; )

Saturday, March 29, 2008 7:56:00 pm  
Blogger Yvonne said...

maybe you're having some seriously wild, thrashing sex in your dreams?!

I often wake up with weird scratches all over myself. It's kind of disconcerting.

Sunday, March 30, 2008 2:18:00 am  
Blogger The Single Girl said...

I totally forget how I get bruises - as I too run into things on a fairly regular basis, but I would hope I remember a bruise on my hand. It might be time to start that diary.

Sunday, March 30, 2008 8:55:00 am  
Blogger Truly said...

I like it when I get mystery bruises-- I like to wear clothes that show them off and when people ask me about them I make up ridiculous and improbable stories that are usually believed.
fun times.


Sunday, March 30, 2008 9:22:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

Yvonne, I'd hope I'd remember that! ;)

TSG, maybe we could have a group blog that we'd update? hee

Truly, that's actually not a bad idea! wheeeeeee!

Sunday, March 30, 2008 11:11:00 am  
Anonymous Angella said...

I am the same as you! Random bruises, and no idea where they came from.

I'm so clumsy, though, so I am not surprised by these bruises ;)

Sunday, March 30, 2008 12:33:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

The thing that cracks me up, Angella, is when I find a particularly nasty one and I think "dude, I should know how I got that, no?"

: )

Sunday, March 30, 2008 1:18:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would guess that your spy training has taught you to block out the pain and keep moving forward. Like when you storm the hideout of some super-baddym and kick the crap out of all of his henchmen, then come home and wonder "hmmm, how did my knuckles get all cut up and swollen? Oh yeah, I did just kick the shit out of 12 dudes."

Monday, March 31, 2008 8:23:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

Slinger, of COURSE that's what it is, how could I have forgotten! It was in our third week of training, right after "taking care of swollen knuckles 101" (which, I totally aced the final of, by the way) Whew, that explains a lot!

Monday, March 31, 2008 7:37:00 pm  

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