My friend Vilde has spent most of this autumn in the hospital with some rare disease or condition that no one seems to be able to figure out. Personally, I think it’s lupus, but the doctor’s haven’t asked for my advice yet.
Anyway, because Vilde is such a frail and delicate flower, this was the result of the incessant poking of her veins with needles. Impressive.
Glad to hear you’re out of there now V-dawg, and hope you’re feeling all better soon! If not though, keep sending me pix of your bruises.
Origin completely unknown. (Bonus smaller bruise below the knee, that I didn’t know about until I saw it in this photo!)
I’m afraid it’s not as exciting as it sounds. I collided with a table whilst trying to get back into bed in the middle of the night and this was the result. Also, taking pictures of (kind of close to) your elbow is nearly as difficult as licking your elbow :(
….especially in my poorly lit room. Soz guize.
When I update this blog now I keep thinking of all the post subject/titles as titles for my blues blog instead (which I just then misspelt as bluise). It keeps me amused…
Alright, so it’s another one of those “not technically a bruise” posts… But this made me feel like such a badass, I simply had to share it. Was moshing along at the Honningbarna gig at Rockefeller last night and got a few elbows in the face. Bit of a split lip, plus a blood blister.
I thought I was gonna get a nosebleed as well though, that would have been a bit of a hassle.