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I spent the day after Christmas in the hospital (again). Honestly, I should have gone on Christmas Day, but besides the whole “destroying Christmas for the kids” thing, there was the element of very much not wanting to be sitting in the ER alongside drunk Santas who had burned off their beards or some such.
I was there for the same issue that I was hospitalized for in May: Basically a blood infection stemming from a cut on my elbow that ended up creating all sorts of heart issues. I guess this arm must now be treated like a delicate flower for the rest of my days, because truly, what I did to this arm is nothing, but I woke up a couple of days before Christmas with a four-inch, deep-purple bruise on my arm that ended up…well…spreading. Which is not what bruises which arrive out of thin air tend to do.
Anyways, by the day after Christmas, it had ballooned to encompass my elbow (the site of the original injury last spring), and this is what it looked like (after the jump so as not to scare you).
