Yo dawg

I herd you like bruises, so we put a bruise on your bruise so you can get bruised while you’re bruised.

My poor right knee. In one calendar year it probably spends something like 3 days non-bruised/bleeding.

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Found these on my camera

Couldn’t say when or where I got these.

…or even where on my body that second one is.


Ripped tendon bruise

Boys and girls, I hereby present you with the mighty RIPPED TENDON BRUISE.

Enormous bruise + huge smile = massive win.

The girl in the picture is Hanne, and you should definitely have a look at her (Norwegian language) blog. SHE’S PRETTY FUNNY, TOO.


Might not even be a bruise at all

…but if it’s not a bruise, then what the hell is that V-shaped thing on my elbow?

(My brother tried to help me achieve greater success with shitting Photo Booth, but to no avail.)


Arm cancer

This impressive piece of bruisage, shown below in no less than three different variations of lighting, was (sadly) not on my own arm but that of my former housemate, Anna. The bruise stayed for a good while and was/is popularly referred to as THE ARM CANCER. We did suspect for a while that her entire arm might just fall off at some point. She apparently got the bruise from our other housemate, Becky, punching her right in the arm.

PS, Anna: I really wish I’d taken a picture of your shoe trauma condition. Those were the days.


Fell and the ice and probably somwhere else too

These bruises are not very spectacular (it’s a combination of this and the fact that I’ve also misplaced my non-laptop camera that’s the reason why I’m pointing them out to you in these pics, where possible), but there are quite a few of them and they are the first ones I’m posting that I actually currently have! I got these during the weekend, probably at Grünerløkka Brygghus, Mono, O’Reilly’s, Aku Aku or Revolver. Or somewhere else entirely, who knows?

I also got a bit of a whiplash from falling backwards on the ice (I was too busy telling my friend to be careful, to actually take any care myself) and I have a feeling there might be a bruise on its way, but it’s too soon to tell. I’ll obviously keep you posted.

I’d also like to add a disclaimer: in all the pictures that I post, I am actually as fully clothed as possible (hi joe). Just thought I’d put that out there.


Moshing

I’m very sad that I don’t have an actual picture of this, but just remembered about this and thought I’d post it anyway:

I remember I was planning to count all my bruises from that evening, but after counting those 7 on one foot, I realised what an impossible task it would be and gave up.

Please feel free to comment below with any anecdotes that involves gigs and bruisage. Thank you kindly.