If a large and swollen bruise remains mostly unchanged for 4 months, what does that even mean?

Anyone else had a bruise stick around that long?

I'm fascinated but starting to be annoyed.

Yesterday I fell off the horse, C, we've been training.  B was moving a pole behind him and he spooked and bolted. He went one direction and I went the other. Good news is that he's not very tall, bad news is that I landed on the gravel. I lost a good chunk of the skin on my right forearm there and landed very heavily on my right side. I was afraid ( Read more... )

I caved and went to the doctor this morning after a week of horrifying my friends, fellow dancers, and co-workers.   I'm fairly sure wounds are getting infected and I can't straighten my knee completely because of the swelling.  Evil Lurker and I took pictures because the poison ivy reaction is so disgustingly spectacular and as I told inlovewithnight , I was ( Read more... )

It seems the poison ivy isn't done spreading, and has climbed up my neck and made inroads into my face.  There's a patch on my ribs too, don't know how that got there.  Don't even ask what my arms and legs look like -- it's not pretty.  My co-workers spent this morning trying to convince me to go a doctor ("Wear a short sleeved shirt and ask E and ( Read more... )

I am experiencing my worst case of poison ivy to date. My arms and legs are covered in red welts and raised lines. I'm so going to tell customers I have leprosy if anyone asks.

This is what comes of looking at a plant around a tree, going "I think that's poison ivy" and climbing the tree anyway. In SHORTS. It was for a good cause though and if ( Read more... )

I have graduated (or is it 'downsized'?) to an air splint -- yay. You never realize how nice it is to have your foot flex while walking until you're not allowed to. It's amazing how much a calf muscle kept from fully working can atrophy in a month, even when it does bear weight. That I can easily fix. What concerns me more is the loss of ( Read more... )

Well, some of you did. Picture below the cut. Click or don't click. I will clearly never be a foot model.

( Whomped foot -- not for the squeamish )

I was waylaid by a curb and my own klutzyness Monday evening.  I had just driven home from an hour and a half of moving about doing potential injury causing things in ballet and was limping out to the car to retrieve my phone which I had forgotten, when I made the mistake of falling off the curb and doing the twisty, roll-sideways-on-your-foot- ( Read more... )

I just stapled the fleshy part my thumb while fixing a jammed stapler.  Thoughts that ran ran my head, in this order:  it's working again, then ouch!, and finally, this is fucking hilarious -- ow.

My co-worker promptly confiscated the instrument from me for some inexplicable reason.    No fair -- I fixed it!

I wonder when my last tetanus shot was.

Therefore I am selfishly not happy for the rain, although I am sure other organisms are.

In peripheral news, I have regretfully bowed out of this week's Dead Language Night, Sorry,
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