Bike accident. Took a hairpin turn a little too fast. Flipped over a few times in a ditch. Bruise accompanied by a broken collarbone and a split finger.
We knew this day would come eventually. This is our first bruise whose bruise-ee does not know how they got it. It’s a beauty anyhow.
There’s even a bruise on the bottom of my left foot (okay, that might be due to a stream crossing).
I am now okay, having sat in a hot spring for a long while, and now am home, showered, and under the awesome combination of bactene, ibuprofen, and whiskey.
The arm bruises are darker and go all the way around, but cameras digital cameras have limits.
I am definitely never again doing Solitude 8/Difficulty 9 hikes solo.
Conan O’Brien took one in the side of the knee recently while stage diving. We applaud the effort and also showing it to the world.
I dropped my U-Lock onto my ankle. I have to say, it’s much better for theft deterrence than for massage.
My thigh meets metal rail of daybed. Daybed wins and rewards my sorry little leg with one giant bruise left there for weeks. Curse you day bed…
I got this beauty from slipping in the shower. Now I have the little grippy starfish in the tub because I am paranoid. Whee!
No blood, just bruise. We were playing.
Kosmo’s a great dog.
Exhibit A: hickey. Technically, it’s a bruise.
Fell victim to the ice covering the parking lot.
Commentary from inside the car: “Woah, he’s down!”