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I decided that words were not enough to explain the extent of the self-harm I inflicted upon my right leg. I thought I should show you.
This is not the most flattering angle for my calf. While I do have my mother's calves of steel, they do not usually look as though I need to buy bell bottom jeans just to get them past my ankles.
The bruise is 3 inches across at it's widest point and 5 inches up and down. This is it after 8 days of healing. 8 days.
Today, Lyn and I were loading up some things from the garage into her U Haul. I stepped down from the bed of the truck and moved to get another item. And... SMACK!!!!!!!! I walked full into the hitch. On my left leg. I now have matching injuries, although my left leg has not had time to bruise quite so fully. Instead, it left a puncture wound.texted The Guy to tell him about my most recent injury. I told him he missed a string of eff words like he'd never heard before. He replied, "That's what I like about you. You're such a lady."
That's me. Grace, charm, elegance, modesty. All those things and more.