|The morning after
||[Oct. 26th, 2013|06:11 pm]
I slipped and fell on the garden path yesterday - nothing serious, just annoying. I had forgotten that the moss on the path makes it slippery after rain, and was hurrying down to the compost bin, trying to be efficient in discarding the mushrooms straight away (in the hope that this efficiency would redeem my miscalculation: I had intended to use the mushrooms 'before it's too late', but it was already too late and they were disagreeably slimy to the touch)...|
Anyway, in this complex of emotions, I slipped, and found myself sitting on the ground. I know where the point of impact was, because the seat of my trousers was sopping wet; and I knew that I had bashed my foot, because it was sore. Why, then, in the bath this morning (which has soaked away any lingering aches, thank you) do I have no bruises to show for it in either of these places?
Instead I have a bruise on my knee, as large and dark and purple and perfectly round as angeleno plum. How did that happen?
Ouch. Chaz and I occasionally have large livid bruises that we have no memory of receiving, in places that we shouldn't have struck against anything. Who knows?
Huh. Not sure. My understanding s that bruises are usually the result of broken blood vessels under the skin, which often happens upon impact. But maybe your leg was twisted in an inappropriate way and your knee was somehow twisted too? And a little blood vessel got a rupture?
Also curious as to whether bruises will bloom in the places that don't have them yet. Sometimes it takes a day.
And did you use SMARAGADINE in your bath? ;-DDD
I'll watch out for late-blooming bruises - if I remember, because, honestly, don't take this too seriously!
And of COURSE I used SMARAGADINE in my bath!
Oh dear! I, too, occasionally find bruises that I'm sure I didn't merit. If I hit something hard enough to bruise I ought to remember, right? Doesn't work that way for some reason.
I fear I may be turning into my mother, who is her later life bruised spectacularly at the slightest provocation. But I hope that you aren't turning into my mother - that wouldn't be right!
(Great photos, btw...)
You're competing with my foot. I found out how I damaged my foot once I damaged it for about the fourth time, in the same place. I no longer have those shoes and mysterious deep bruising is beginning to act like normal bruising.
May your knee heal soon.
Shoes are a constant source of annoyance to me - I'm not at all surprised that you had a rogue pair...
My pair was lovely for three years, but then they insisted on breaking without telling me. The mystery is still how they could do so very much damage without me feeling it. I ended up not being able to walk more than a few paces. Now I can walk 500 metres at a stretch - powerful stuff.
There is no rule to bruises, they come and go randomly. To my humble knowledge, they are signs of someone making fun of one, like an itching nose (or was that about bad-mouthing, I forget which) when someone is thinking of you so in a way, it´s a compliment; in case you care for the attention of others. I don´t but get bruises all the time in places that have nothing whatsoever to do with my being more than slightly accident-prone. A bath is one of the best ways to show Fate how living well is the best revenge (though that´s from Lynda Barry from Girls&Boys when her protagonist is eating makrel from a tin but with a silver spoon and wearing a tiara). Take care, in every sense of the words!
One must be careful when eating with a silver spoon - if the mackerel is in vinegar, the spoon will tarnish...
(That reminds me, we have some rollmops...).
Ah, you share weegoddess
's faith in the curative powers of the bath: and you are both right!