Seriously, this is just too odd - it’s high on the back of my thigh, about the size of a golf ball and a half and completely mysterious. I fell going up the stairs the other day but I landed on my arm (ow, still hurts some) but considering its placement I would have to fall the opposite way. There’s even an abrasion.
Angry gnomes maybe?
I have no recall of any good whack and from the looks of it I would have felt it for sure.
I won’t post a pic unless someone has a really good idea of its genesis and requires clarification.
You might have done it while sleeping. Or maybe sat on something pointy and didn’t think much of it at the time. I used to hit myself all the time without noticing as a kid. I have an egg-sized bruise on the front of my thigh right now but I know exactly how I got it: by falling down while walking. Uh huh.
Yah, front thigh bruises are usually easily explained - walking into a table or the corner of a cupboard door, etc. I uh, heard that somewhere. I’m as graceful as a gazelle, really.
I tend to get a lot of strange bruises, but they’re usually drunk bruises. Any drunken escapades lately?
Anyone who has a bruise bigger than their palm without any obvious cause should see a doctor.
It’s amazing how often people can get injuries without knowing the cause, but it’s not significant (i.e. implying a blood clottin problem) unless it’s bigger than your palm.
Standing in front of a mirror nekkid is always an adventure of discovery for me. I find little purple spots in places I don’t recall hitting. Then again, if I remembered every time I bumped into something or whacked something as I swung my arms, well, my brain would be full. I think if someone sneezed hard in my direction, I’d bruise.
It’s always worse when I’ve been working in the garden. I’m intent on my task, and I don’t necessarily notice when I get poked by a branch or if I kneel on a stone or get scratched by a thorn. Then I come in and shower and look like I’ve been in a bar brawl.
I blame it on my mom. If she’d let me take ballet lessons when I was little, I’d have grown up graceful and bruise free. Thanks, Mom.
Sure, if it was on the front of my thigh I could easily explain it away! I tend to try to do too much at one time and wind up being loaded down w/ stuff and bumping into things from the front.
My most recent drunken escapade was 2 weeks ago and the bruise is newer than that. And the escapade mostly consisted of dancing w/ guys almost half my age which wouldn’t have bruised me there. I was far more likely just to fall on my tuckus!
