I am a huge fan of bruises. I’m not a huge fan of getting the bruises. I’ve never been a fan of that part, despite the fact that I’m apparently very good at it. I gave myself a doozy this weekend scratching a particularly vicious mosquito bite and another running my wrist into a door handle and two more from dropping a rock on my leg… The getting part isn’t fun but once the damage is done I love watching the evolution of the bruise - from sore red bump to a deep dark purple and into a motley yellowy-green.
I’ve had quite a few impressive bruises in my lifetime. The all time best would be the set I gave myself by falling off a twenty-foot ladder. Between the leg going through the rungs of the ladder and my shoulder stopping my fall, I’m not sure which bruise was prettiest. The shoulder didn’t even show a bruise for days, but when it did, the colors were spectacular. Meanwhile, the back of my calf was a midnight black instantly and stayed that way for days before it melted into a deep blue, then luminescent turquoise and into a sickly green. I still have a slight discoloration in my skin from where the injury was, almost like a bruise suntan.
And then there was my womb-ectomy bruise; a mass of purple accompanied by some pretty impressive water retention swelling. Husband refused to look at those, even though I thought they were worth the ick factor. I have pictures saved in a file on my phone under ‘Ya-Ya’ because I’m odd like that. I won’t post them here, they are very X-rated, but if we’re ever in the same room, beware.
Anyway, our friend "Bob" lost a battle with a sidewalk last weekend. He tripped over a step in front of the house they’d just bought hours before and landed on his face. When I saw him about twelve hours later, this is what his eye looked like.
THIS is why my friends are awesome! Because they indulge my weird.
See, if you find the pretty in everyday things, even painful bruises, life is always entertaining. Find the friends that nurture and indulge and are downright amused by your weird and life is totally worth living.
But watch out for sidewalks. They are mean suckers.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me