I went to bed last night with none and woke up with morning with seventeen.
One of these being the most painful bruise I have ever, in my unco-ordinated life, experienced.
… and I put it there myself.
No apparent bruises, but gimme a few minutes to count my cuts… This is hands only, folks.
65 cuts on my hands and lower arms. Ouch! My legs would add another 30 or so.
I’ve been working on a car for a week.
–Tim
That sucks. You must be a very restless sleeper.
Well, after a cursory exam, I would say that I have around 5 or 6 bruise, currently. I also have various cuts and misquito bites.
I actually have a friend who, from time to time…well…she like people to give her bruises. On her upper arms, she gets people to punch them to get that warm, tingley feeling. Strange. I generally am not too fond of bruises.
Ohhhhhh, I’ve got to make an amendment to my last post. I was opening the freezer door side of my fridge, and I’ll be damned if the door to the ice-maker didn’t fall off and land on my toes.:eek: Now, my toes are throbbing and my bruise count is up to 11.:mad:
Oh well, c’est la vie.
At any given time, I usually have one or two on my legs. I’m a bit of a klutz.
Normally I have tons of bruises. I bruise very easily. At current count I have 3! Yay! Hopefully that will last for a while.
Perhaps a new mattress is in order.
Whagh?? Bruises? Well, none! You guys are loons!
Fun workout last night. 8-10 on my arms, and a couple on my legs. A real sweet set of 5 on my right triceps where you can just about see the other guy’s fingerprints.
Aspiring to be Spanish Johnny. You know, cruising in from the underworld with bruised arms and broken rhythm, and dressed like dynamite.
Of bruises I have none.
Though, like Homer, cuts abound.
I have a kitten.
I didn’t even realise that was in haiku form until re-reading it.
Megan, if you need somebody to be a big cushion, or just to hold you while you sleep so you don’t thrash around so much (though I think I’d like that), I’m your man.
Only the very large one in my heart. 
-wipes a tear-
'Tis such a lonely world…
well, princess, take the pea out from under the mattress…
I have one from filling the petrol tank on the car last night, the handle clicked & caught my finger.
(oh & a large cyst on the back of my knee as a reaction to smashing my knee on the desk by accident the other week - does that count?)
I bruise like a grape. And they take forever to heal.
My current humdinger is my left knee. I tripped and fell last friday while trying to step over a babygate. I had a kid in my arms and while I am sure he would have cushioned my fall nicely, I did the mommy thing and decided I’d take the brunt of it and would dedicate my last shreds of coordination to keeping him from connecting with the floor. I succeeded in that, but seriously though we might need an ambulance for me. LOL Both knees and an ankle got it bad, but only one is the pretty colors of a purple and green bruise now.
I have several nice ones on my legs. I would cut them out and frame them if I knew they would keep their colour. One was indigo/purple with a bright red center for a while. Woohoo.
HUGS!
Sqrl
Currently…
About 30+.
I bruise very easily. I’m accident prone. Plus I’m moving into my new house. I think my skin color is about 50% purple right now.
chrisbar
Speaking of bruises, you ever get the mystery travelling kind. Say, you fall on your ass, and then sleep on your stomach, and wake up with a bruise on your front thigh/hip?
And then there is the whole everchanging panorama of colors. From reddish, through angry purple, to a mix of sickly green and yellow, with the green predominating first and fading to yellow.
Also, why do some bruises hurt and others don’t. And how about those impact injuries that hurt like hell, but don’t bruise at all?
I bruise easily and was constantly asked how I got them. One day it hit me…SEX WITH SATAN! (Not that Satan, the other Satan. :D) Needless to say, people stopped asking…
I always have bruises on my knees. (get your mind out of the gutter folks) 
I have baby gates in the kitchen doorway and bathroom doorway to keep my kids out of those rooms. I always knock my knees on these freakin gates when I step over them. As soon as my son stops playing in the toilet water and falling in the bathtub and learns not to play with the water cooler, those gates are coming down!!
Only about 5 right now, but I have a 4 hour martial arts seminar this weekend so that’s likely to change. Oh boy, can’t wait!
My shins will bruise if you so much as look at them too long. I’ve gotten bruises there from leaning against things.
Anyway, right now I have only bruise that I know of-- a nice sized one at the base of my right shin, from where I almost tripped over my own folded up shopping cart. I’m sure this was pretty amusing for anyone who saw it. I went to swing the car around to open it, hit myself, and narrowly avoided sprawling on my face on the sidewalk.
My favorite recent bruise was the one I got when I banged my arm into the bathroom doorknob at my boyfriend’s apartment. The fun part was, when the bruise formed it looked exactly like someone had grabbed me really hard on the arm. “I walked into a door! No really!”
I have all the coordination of a block of wood.