The View from a Drawbridge

Tag: bruise

  • Forgotten Bruises

    I bruise easily. So easily, in fact, that I think my sister worried for a time that I was a battered woman, when I truly wasn’t. I’m just a pale-skinned klutz, is all. Quite often I can’t even say what caused a bruise. Many times, when I bump into a door knob (or whatever happens…

  • Scars

    After my recent surgery I spent a week in a cast, wondering what my scar was going to look like. I didn’t look while the procedure was in progress. I’d have passed out cold. I needn’t have worried, because upon removing the cast I discovered the incision was less than a half inch long, and…

  • Black and Blue, Literally and Figuratively

    I have a black bruise on my knee the size of a fist, and I’m angry. Really, really angry. The reason for my ire is quite simple. Sexual harassment. Yesterday I had to squeeze past a guy I know to reach for something. He was sitting in a swivel chair. When I turned back to…