It's no secret in this household that I bruise like a peach. If a fly so much as lands on my arm, I bruise. When I have blood taken, I ask them to use the kids' needle so that I'm not left looking like a junkie. The technician on Wednesday used said kids' needle and this was the result:
I'll have to dig up the pictures from when I had a bone graft done in 2002. My face was bruised from chin to forehead. I couldn't go out in public with Mike because it honestly looked like he'd beaten the living snot out of me.
That is all.
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