Awareness of the outside world. Small candle. In weaning self from Audible, I signed up for Hearts of Space, an ambient music site. My card was declined for being “out of character.” Apparently, the banking bots think I am unmusical. They are not wrong. The last time I spent money on music, it was probably a CD. I did get it sorted. I now listed to music instead of audio books to fall asleep.
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Content warning. Medical miscellany. If that’s not your thing, you might want to come back tomorrow.
I don’t bruise. I get hurt, I have pain, but I never develop the technicolor, dramatic skin tones that garner sympathy. I’m more likely to be in the position of pointing at my pale, pasty skin and saying, “No, really, this hurts.”
Therefore, after getting landed on by well over half a ton of horse, all my poor foot had to show for it was a small scrape on the arch. As gravity worked its magic, a small bit of discoloration appeared and worked its way down to the toes. [Playing Footsie]
Saturday afternoon, day 3. I don’t recall what moved me to take a photo of my foot.
And then.
Heavy storms Saturday evening. Weather folks imploring people to take this seriously. 5 out of 5 on the sh*t hitting the fan scale. Spent most of Saturday afternoon watching local weather guru James Spann point at various parts of the state on his screen.
And then he pointed to our part of the state.
And there we were, in the polygon.
Kennel Up and move everyone to the basement. Multiple trips. Fortunately some of the cats are willing to cuddle puddle so it wasn’t even more trips up and down the stairs. Then going up and down to check the tv since there is no reception in the basement. Going up and down to check the YouTube channel when rain fade took out the broadcast. Pacing. Okay, clear.
And here we go again. It was a long night. We got to bed four hours later than usual.
My foot was not pleased.
Sunday, post storms.
Turns out, I do bruise. But it takes several tornado warnings to make it happen.
Onwards!
Katherine
Virtual Brush Box 
I do remember a spectacular bruise long ago and far away from a bike accident at your Uncle’s farm. A real black eye. But, once the shock was over and we were home, we watched the bruise change color and slowly drift down. It ended up a pale yellow triangle on your neck. It struck an odd note with your “I Dream of Jeannie” costume that Halloween.
Mom
I remember both the accident and the costume. That costume was amazing. The accident, not so much.
Oh, ow! I laughed about the music, then saw your poor foot, and then!
It was a crowded few days in there.
You in an I Dream of Jeannie costume? Somehow, I just can’t visualize that. Probably a good thing, LOL
Music is really important to me. Except when something gets into my head and won’t go away.
That is some impressive bruise! Me, I can look at a sharp corner and get a bruise. My skin bruises randomly on its own. This can be a symptom of a certain disease, but I’ve been tested. Nope. Just another personal weirdness. You can expect all sorts of technicolor colors before it fades. I’ve taken pictures of bruises, even posted a couple. Welcome to the club.
My mother made incredible Halloween costumes.
That’s fantastic. My mom made clothes for my Barbie doll.
Oh man …. I’ve had a few of those bruises from very large hooves just barely touching my foot, and I was wearing sturdy shoes or boots. Best wishes. MM
Thank you.