Best of Intentions

This is probably not the post I intended to write when I sat down but maybe I’ll stay tapping at my iPad long enough to do some catch up.

There’s nothing like going to see your doctor and they throw a random question at you and you are not sure how to answer, like “Do you bruise easily?”

It means to find a bruise you don’t remember how you got it, hate to have dementia. How are they going to remember?

I currently have a bruise on my jawline. NFI how that got there but every other day my carer tells me it’s there, asks how I got it and puts a dab of arnica on it.

But this is not a diagnosis, generally, I get a bruise often and I consider which piece of furniture I’ve collected. Often, it’s when I repeat the knock or bump and it hurts the original bruise while it’s still bad enough to hurt.

I’m not crying over spilt milk. Bruises are not killing me.