the life of zooey who happens to be Bipolar 2
When I sat down to work the other morning, what did my wondering eyes did appear? No miniature slight and eight tiny reindeer. There was a ginormous bruise across my knuckles. It was not a tiny bruise. This think was painful with swollen with red and purple areas. The huge area was 3 inches ranging over 2 knuckles.
What. The. Hell.
I am not Rocky or kick boxer. My gym is a bike or an elliptical. I don’t pick physical fights.
Often we don’t remember how bruises appear on our bodies, a little one here or there, no big whoop. But here was a mind-blowing contusion that I had no idea when or where it occurred. Nothing I’d done over the past day came close to creating this monstrosity.
That evening at dinner, Lucy looked at it as said, “I heard a loud noise last night in your room.” Apparently I am whacking things in my sleep now. It wasn’t Stan, he had no reciprocal bruise. We agreed it has to be either the metal head board or the nightstand. No recollection of a fighting or even dancing dream. Truly a mystery of a silent flailing arm which woke up no one but Lucy in another room.
Some mysterious things can’t be explained, only imagined, even with concrete evidence.
Put your dukes up,