I get bruises so easily, it’s not even funny.
The above example came from barely bumping into a door frame. It’s already looking better, after a couple of days, but when it happened, I could have accused Chéri of savagely grabbing me by the arm.
Most of the time, I don’t even notice my new bruises. People ask me what happened to me, expecting a fall from the second floor, or something like it… And the only answer I can come up with is ”I have no clue”.
Once, years ago, when I started my current job, a co-worker waited until we were alone and looking very uneasy, she asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell her… (Nope!) Because, really… If I needed help…
I realized that she thought Chéri was the abusive kind (which is absolutely ridiculous, when you get to know him). I laughed out loud and told her about my easy-bruising self.
After fourty some years, I’m used to it. But every now and then, I still surprise myself.
Do you know anyone that obliviously got a bruise on the palm of their hand?? It might not be clear on the picture, but I got one at the base of my ring and little finger.
How could I do that without noticing it??
I’m blaming Miss Freja. I am sure she stomped on my hand while I was sleeping. But I won’t talk about it… I wouldn’t want her to be happy with herself, and get her to plan a second attack.
I’m not interested in waking up someday, spotted with little paw-sized bruises from head to toes…