I hardly ever bruise, but a few days ago I was at my parents house for a family meal and a stool crashed down onto my foot. It hurt like crazy, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it because the stool that hit my foot had Tim at the top of it. He cried after falling, and I would felt bad if I complained about my foot he had a broken arm or something. He didn’t. When I looked at my foot, all I had was a scratch. It must not have been a big deal.
But after showering yesterday, I looked at my foot, and there was a bruise. A bruise! I did hurt my foot! I wasn’t faking it! Awesome!
You have to look real close to see the bruise in the picture below. It’s at the base of my pinky toe and the toe next to it.
Yay for proof of wounding! It’s hard to get sympathy without
makeupbruises.Tsk, tsk, tsk…you are one of the few folk I know who gets excited over bruising. Just wait until you are in your late 70’s and above, like my uncle, who’s on the baby aspirin regiment every day and bruises when you blink too hard at him. He always looks like I want to ask, “…so, what did the other guy look like?” Your day will come – just you wait, you young whipper-snapper!
Ouch! I do see the bruise…and it looks like it goes down the side of your foot too…as well as under the two toes next to the little toe. Yup, it’s a cane worthy injury!
On the bright side, at least this didn’t happen to your foot:
http://picayuneitem.com/local/x2079283329/Woman-loses-foot-in-freak-accident
Wow!! That was not good at all. I keep visualizing how that would have played out.