I was hyperactive and listening to Van Halen when I jumped quite high in the air and my foot came down on a wooden chair.
I.V. cannulation FAIL and the subsequent blow up of my hand. I have shocking veins and I’m universally loathed by anaesthetists.
I was stepped on many times, and don’t remember one exact incident that would have done this.
my leg into a tub.
This is week 2 of the bruise. It looks like a supernova.
They took my blood and gave me a bruise in return.
I dropped a large and rather pointy piece of Parmesan cheese on my foot. For reals. Who gets stabbed by cheese?
The ever-alert Joanna recently pointed me to the latest issue of Cabinet Magazine which contains the delightful article, “A Taxonomy of Bruises” by Dominic Pettman. This inventory of contusions was supposedly discovered “near the ancient city of Petra, in 1844″.
Picking a favorite from this sublimely idiosyncratic collection would be nearly impossible, but perhaps this single example give you a taste:
contusio indicans: a bruise that betrays a secret
What happens when you run too soon after a marathon.