I noticed something in the shower this morning. Something colourful and painful.
Which is why this post is not about turkey or chicken thighs.
Let’s talk about MY thighs.
Really, I have rather ordinary, normal looking thighs. Not too big, not too thin, not exactly athletic-looking, just normal thighs.
Except, for reasons I can’t quite explain, they shimmer in hues reminiscent of rainbows.
Take the right thigh. Right about the middle part of my thigh there is a huge, oval-shaped bruise the size of a small pancake. It’s blue and purple and black in colour, and it hurts.
How did it get there?
True, I bump into stuff all the time. Furniture, kids, toys, STUFF. But why don’t I remember how I got this particular bruise? I mean, it’s BIG and UGLY and it HURTS.
Too busy or tired to remember all the intricate little kid-related details, probably. And I’m sure they’re at least partially to blame for my pain.
On my left thigh I have three smallish-sized bruises lined up one on top of the other. The one closest to the knee is more yellow than blue, which indicates it’s an older one and fading. The other two are fresher and still greenish and purplish. Must have happened yestereday, or the day before. Maybe.
Those two fresher ones hurt me as much as the big one over on the other thigh, mainly because when I take the ape baby into my arms at 2 am to calm her down before she wakes the neighbourhood with her screaming, she pushes her footsies against my thigh. Push and kick. Over and over again. This action is likely the reason why those bruises don’t heal.
And this concludes the post about my thighs.