This week in inexplicable bruising
We have a number of contenders this week:
1. First up, the generals: seven small bruises on my right shin, only three on my left.
2. The nickel-sized green bruise on the back of my left hand. It had a red mark in the middle for a couple days, probably the point of impact.
3. The one the size of a silver dollar below my right knee cap. Kind of a reddish-brown
4. The quarter-sized one on my left knee cap. Regular bruise color.
5. The three egg-shaped ones on the back of my left thigh. One is yellow with purple speckles, like a robin’s egg. But contusiony.
Sometimes I think of that very special Peanuts where Charlie Brown’s love interest, the little red-headed girl, gets lots of bruises and then gets leukemia. She loses all her red hair, and the kids all learn a lesson about something.
Luckily, I’m just clumsy, though my hair is getting lighter because of the sun.
I also participated in 1.5 hours of West African dance at the Folk and Roots fest this weekend. All watching were reminded that Irish dance really prepares one to keep her arms firmly at her sides, and that asking for accompanying arm movements while dancing will result the occasional tremendously awkward movement. Furthermore, it will result in two days (and counting) of muscle pain in the lower back, shoulders, and triceps.
I could barely put on a shirt yesterday, and will clearly be taking this class in the fall.
If the walking wounded would carry the stretcher cases, we can end this blog now.
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