I'm a Hyper Hypo

So, I am a total hypo. A somewhat closted one, but a hypo nonetheless.

And watching several episodes of House over the past few weeks has not helped matters. A slight headache is a brain bleed. A twinge in my arm is sacroidosis (not even sure what that is but it's mentioned in every episode). And so on and so forth.

These aren't things I say out loud but little manias I keep to myself throughout the day .

In any case, yesterday I was sitting on the bed, about to paint my toenails when I noticed a LARGE bruise on my calf. Like about the size of a fist? And I have no idea how I got it. I don't bruise easily AT ALL (In fact when my car's trunk closed on my arm last month that was the first time I can remember having a bruise in a long time). I was always pissed that I didn't bruise easily because when my brother and I engaged i fistifuffs as kids I yearned for a HUGE bruise to really get him into trouble with. But it never happened. Damn.

So anyway, yeah. Monstrous, mysterious bruise. It was really freaking me out because hello "Bruises easily" is a sympton of a million things and if I have a huge bruise but no recollection of an injury that isn't that "bruising easily"? I needed a test to see if this was in fact what was going on. I needed some kind of mild trauma to see if a bruise would appear so I could then proceed to freak out.

"Punch me in the arm", I said to Adam.
"What?" he said
"Punch me hard in the arm, let's see if I bruise".
"No way", he replied.

WTF? What's the point of having a boyfriend if they won't wail on you when you ask?

SO I took matters into my own hands, literally and punched myself in my thigh as hard as I could (which, admittedly is not all that hard). That was last night and as of today? No bruise. Phew.

And I realized this morning that bruise is on my leg at the same area that our glass coffee table hits my leg and I have walked right into the sharp corners on that piece more time than I care to remember so I guess that explains that!