I have an interesting scrape I just got tonight and I have no idea where. I took a skate around the neighborhood (swear I didn’t fall down), came home, put away EQ, read a book for a few minutes, sat down at computer and, hmm, why is my arm stinging?
My lower right arm has a doozy of a bruise (purple-black on the outside and yellow on the inside), my lower left leg has a major purple one, my left breast a mild yellow one and my back is scratched up.
I usually count myself among those who bruise easily, but at least I can attribute all of these to too much fun! <wicked grin>
Yep, that’d explain it. I got the clumsy gene too.
I bruise easily too, but I’ve found that if I take an iron supplement, it’s not so bad. Also avoiding aspirin seems to help. If you ice the bumped area right away, the bruising won’t be as bad usually. Just some random advice,
This would be fine if we were aware that we bonked something. However, those of us who are temporarily oblivious are out of luck, and covered with purple spots.:eek:
I have the unique problem of banging into something hard enough to take my breath away and then never having a bruise show up. But then I’m always getting really pretty purple bruises and not knowing about them at all. In fact, last Sunday I thought I was lookng good in some new capri pants and cute shoes I just got but when I sat down and crossed my legs, lo and behold I had an egg sized techni-color bruise on my calf. Very nice. I spent the rest of the day trying to keep it covered.
LOL, one time I was lying on the floor with my son when he was a baby and I flopped over on my belly and also right on top of a small toy that got me square in the crotch. It felt like an hour until I could breathe again. As fate would have it I had a gyn appointment a couple of days later. Sure enough the colors were spectacular. I just played it cool and didn’t say anything.
My doctor didn’t comment either but I wonder what kind of animal he thinks my hubby is.
Rough sex in a steel cage will always result in bruising.
I’m not saying you should stop it, but I suggest you teach the dog to dial 911 just in case.
Bruising easily is a sign of vitamin deficiency. I know this because my daughter is a Veegan and bruises easily and reported this to her doctor. This is what he informed her it is probably a cause of and put her on a multimvitamin. Since taking the vitamin she has way less bruising.
Oh, Slip darlin’, how I’ve missed you!! You came here to think about me nekkid, didn’t you? 
Isabelle, I take a daily multivitamin with iron and minerals ever day - have been for more years than I can remember. And really, I don’t know that I necessarily bruise easily, but I sure bruise a lot. Maybe I should make all my clothes out of bubble wrap.
Yeah. I can’t go to work now cuz I’m all het up.
Send me some pics. I promise not to put them up on the net like I did the last time.
Damn hamsters.
Well, I just came in here to visualize you all wrapped up in bubble wrap! 
Nekkid is SO last week.
I think you’ll have to break down and confess, FCM, your bruises are really due to your alternate secret identity as an International Spy and Woman of Mystery[sup]TM[/sup]
Oh and Slip, Link dammit link! [foghorn leghorn] Where are your manners boy? [/foghorn leghorn]
Sure, Slip - pics on the way. And I got a new VISA card so I’ll send you that account number too, OK? 
Bumb - hush - my alternate secret identity as an International Spy and Woman of Mystery[sup]TM[/sup] shouldn’t be compromised. Sheesh… :rolleyes:
My mom and I are much like this. I do desk work, and always have bruises on my knees/shins/thighs. For no apparent reason. My mom’s worse–she always had bruises mid-thigh from the desks in her classroom. Neither of us have any deficiencies or medical conditions that cause it, we just bruise easily I guess.
Makes switching doctors interesting: “No, my boyfriend isn’t beating me. Yes, I promsie. No, I know I can talk to you about anything, thanks. I just bruise a lot.”
Rasa, I get bruises all over my legs from desk work too. It seems the keyboard holder that’s under my desk is the main culprit. That and the fact that I’m always banging my shins into the trash can. The problem is I bruise so easily I never really notice when I bump into something. It doesn’t hurt enough to make a mental impression–but it sure does leave a mark!
Another one here who bruises easily and never knows WHERE she gets half of them.
I always get them on my arms and legs-and never have a clue where they’re from.
Maybe I sleepwalk?
I hear you! I just say I’m “spatially challenged”. Like, the stupid kitchen counters in my parents house. They’ve been in the same place for 20 years. I lived there for 18 or so. You’d think I’d know when to move my hip out of the way!
I… I’m sorry.
I’m the bruise fairy.
FCM and all you other nice folks, I really am sorry. I drew the short straw when we were picking jobs. I was hoping to be the tooth fairy, or even the invisible pink unicorn, but I ended up with the bruise fairy.
Every day Santa Claus beats me up (he really is a mean bastard), and then I spend all night redistributing my bruises. I’m supposed to give spread them out evenly, to everyon on earth. But, as you’ve noticed, I’m a bit of a slacker. Once I find someone who doesn’t seem to mind, I keep them on my list.
If you’d like to be removed from the list, please send a self-addressed, stamped envelope to:
The Bruise Fairy
1642 Ugly Purple Lane
Subdermalhematoma, FL 65571
::writing out envelope to Wikkit at work::
I’m the past master at “Where the HELL did that come from?”
Back when I was young(er) and stupid, I would go out to unload trucks with the guys that i worked with. (Had to, to get the flowers into the cooler ASAP. Oh, I was importing roses at the time.)
Work gloves, grab and swing a 60 lb box of 400 roses off the truck and onto a cart, fill the cart and unload in the cooler. Repeat until trucks are empty. (Job from Hell at holidays.)
So, we’re getting in Mother’s Day roses. 2,000 boxes. Many truckloads. Much work. After a couple of hours, I stop to go to the ladies room. There is a cut above my right eyebrow. It has bled down the side of my face. There is blood on my clothes down to my waist. (I thought it was sweat.) Do I know where it came from? No. Do I know when I did it? No. Do I have to have stitches to stop it? Yes.
As I was the oldest, most responsible person there, none of my staff felt comfortable telling me that I was bleeding. They figured if I was out unloading trucks with them (although I have always had a mild orthopedic handicap) that I was ‘setting an example’ and wouldn’t stop anyway. I called the boss (who was playing golf) and made him come finish out the day unloading trucks while I went to have my face sewed up.
I whined like a baby until I had 3 deadening shots.
A friend once suggested that I would bruise if a flashlight were shining on my arm.
Dang FCM shoulda told me about this when me met. We could have spent hours comparing bumps, bruises, scrapes, cuts etc. I always got plenty of em.
For instance, I walk out onto my nice covered back porch in bare feet. One teeny tiny rock is somewhere on the porch, probably brought in on the bottom of a shoe. I will immediately head for that rock. I have had bruises on the bottoms of both feet because of this. I’m walking around the pool in bare feet. One teeny tiny river rock escapes and is on the concrete. Yup, I go right for it. I get up in the night to pee. A grand total of maybe 10 steps from my bed to the bathroom and a straight shot. I will at least bump into a door, if not make just enough of a detour to whomp my knee on a night stand. I regularly run smack into my kitchen counter, as if I had no idea it was there. I bump into chairs, tables, doors, you name it. At work I have bruised knees from the keyboard tray and corner of my desk. I conk myself on the head every single time I open the third door on my extended cab truck. If I open the tailgate, I will bump my knee on it before I raise it back up. Life is one great big hazard for me.
And to think you rode in a vehicle I was driving. :eek: