Today, ladies and gentlemen, we have a returning guest star on the blog. The last time Annicken was bruised enough to end up here, a lot of people apparently had trouble making out which part of her body, or at least of her leg, was in the picture. It’s her upper thigh you mentalistis, it’s not her fucking knee.
ANYWAY. This time you should have no problem locating the bruisage on her, but you might have more difficulty trying to figure out what’s happened to her. I certainly have no idea. Annicken, if you’re reading this, care to share the story with us…?
The person to whom this upper thigh area is attached would like to remain nameless. It’s a returning guest star on this blog, though ;)
Right, so as we all (?) know, falling on the ice is one of the main sources of good old bruising in a country such as Norway. This December we’ve hardly had any ice or snow (lasted for maybe like, three days?), yet I’ve already fallen on the ice once myself (hurt like hell for a couple of days, waiting to see if the bruise will develop) and only a few days ago I got this picture sent to me by my cousin:
She says she got this from walking up a steep hill which was covered in ice, and obviously falling over. When she finally made it to the top, there was a woman sat there crying, and it turned out this poor woman had fallen in the very same spot and broken her arm. Ouch. I’ve never broken anything despite falling over like an idiot all the time, but I imagine it to be rather painful.
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.
Like a hero, Mark was playing football in a car park when he fell off the kerb and landed on his wrist. This might sound like something I could have done, but it happened in Texas. Oh man.
Most of the bruisage is on his elbow because apparently, the shock of the impact traveled up his arm or something. STUFF, EH.
Without further ado, here is the evolution of Mark’s elbow bruise:
And finally, here is Mark with his arm in a sling, pulling a face which completely ruins the illusion of him being a big tough man:
But I bet he will be smiling now he’s INTERNET FAMOUS.
Yet another one that isn’t me, I’m afraid. Sorry if you feel cheated. I know I do.
This is my friend Pernille, who fell on the ice (while there still was some ice) on her way back from some very late night drinks somewhere. Somewhere in the process of opening/cropping/saving/uploading this pic, I’ve somehow managed to set it as my desktop background. Hah. Sorry Pernille but I will be changing back to Leatherface, hope you don’t take too much offence.
AND NOW, A POLL! How exciting!
Strictly speaking not a bruise, but I did somehow hurt my foot whilst getting out of the shower the other day. There was blood and everything. So obviously rather than cleaning it up, I rushed to find my camera so I could get a picture. Do you want to see an extreme closeup of my toes, all covered in blood? Yay or nay?
I got sent these two pictures by Carine. They are of her friend who apparently fell down some stony steps by La Boheme (I’m guessing this must be that place at St Hanshaugen but I’ve never seen any stony steps there? Maybe it’s Bohemen in town??? I just don’t know??????)
Anyway, they look pretty painful. Even though the, uh, upper thigh one is more visible I bet the ankle one hurts like a mother as well cause it’s riiiiight on the bone.