My friends told me this is what happens when I drink. And it would be good advice - if I had been drinking. Not even a sip I had, let alone drunk.
Clearly, just distracted after I got home from work two days ago.
The Culprit

The Result

It was not dark out. Natural light still streamed in the windows. And I was not drunk. Or drinking.
Yet I ran full-on into the cabinet corner. I have no excuse. What you see in The Result picture is my upper thigh. And this image is two days after the event. It was not only much worse initially - but looks worse in real life than the photo suggests. And it felt like an immediate scar.
You know how when you have surgery (what? I can't be the only one with multiple surgeries here - can I?) and a scar will harden and raise above the skin line? That is what this did - in a matter of minutes. Of course, let us not discount the rigidness just came from my multiple work-outs per week and all I was feeling was solid muscle.
Stop laughing. It could happen!
Oh well, at least I'll look manly at the gym.
Song by: Morrissey
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