This is not artwork. This is not a tattoo. This is not an exotic animal. This is Ann's arm.She woke this morning to find this blossom bursting in full color. Unexpected. Holy shit!
You can imagine.
It wasn't there yesterday, but it's certainly there today.
She has now earned the nickname "Bruiser," an apt description of her folly ofthe week. From Vagal response to syncope (fancy word for fainting) and now to this -- Contusions in Bloom...is the name of the latest masterpiece.
She asks, "Is this where you grabbed me when I passed out?"
No dear. No no no.
Diagnosis? Most likely a torn rotator cuff.
Ya think?
Who knows what tomorrow holds for her!
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