Black and blue.


I am rather bruised and battered as of late. My left thigh has a cluster of 4 or 5 nasty-looking bruises that appeared on Friday and are now in their healing colours (yellow-green), and completely unexplained. Now my right thigh has 3 small ones as of last night. Did the colour get smudged over to the other leg?

I’m starting to think that I’m being abducted by aliens in my sleep.

My right foot is all scratched up from Andy’s cat having a play last Friday night at drinks. It was fun until he dug his teeth in. There’s another bruise on my right knee, and the scars are adding up – a round spider bite scar on my left wrist, blister scars on my feet…

But I also have a bad habit of walking into things and forgetting about it, because I don’t show any outside reaction to pain. I’m so used to being a little off-kilter since illness in 2001, that I have stopped even wincing or complaining if I injure myself. I just roll my eyes and move on, to the confusion of spectators.

My new job has physical elements, and I’m on my feet most of the day. I’m expecting to get even more banged up and sore, especially with morning shifts this week starting at 5.30. How anyone functions at that time is beyond me, and I’m soon to find out.