My leg is bleeding

A couple hours ago my leg started throbbing. I ignored it at first. Then when I lifted up my pant leg I found out that my leg was bleeding profusely. The wound looked like a bludgeon wound, but I do not remember bludgeoning my leg against anything. Anyway, the pants are really bloody.

I'm not sure what the point of this story is. I started drinking to numb the pain, and now I'm apparently intoxicated enough to post about it. This is taking longer than usual, but I can still check my spelling and grammar. That's a good sign. I think.

TOPIC: When was the last time you hurt yourself without remembering the cause?

P.S. I was not yet remotely intoxicated before bashing my leg.

P.P.S. This is difficult.

I have a bruise on my shoulder of unknown origin. I bruise like a peach though, being the delicate flower that I am.

I don't know how you go that long without noticing a bleeding wound though. xD

It kind of hurt, so I pulled up my pant leg. Just saw a bit of a bruise and thought that was that.

After it kept hurting I pulled the pant leg up further and saw the bleeding gash. Donkey Kong Country Returns and gin are also very distracting.

Maybe you should go to a hospital or something :confused:

I bruise very easily, so I've always got a few I can't recall getting, most likely from tickle fights with my boyfriend. He always wins :(

Bleeding is different though. Is there like, a sharp edge on a chair or a car or something?

It's all clotted now. I've just got this nasty looking bloodstain on my shin that's about two inches long and one inch wide. Not sure what did it. It kind of hurts.

Ouch!

I'm not intoxicated enough to find that humorous. :|

That said, the irony is not lost on me either.

I would call it the diametric opposite of irony

happens to me occasionally. I end up with these cuts and and scratches and I'm like "lol where did those come from".

Stay on topic you jerks

On topic: one time in hong kong I got ready to meet a girl who promised to show me around. I remember heading to the bar district (there's this big A shaped road (well 2 roads) lined up with bars and clubs in Hong Kong), and then I woke up with dried blood all over my shirt and texts from said girl from last night.

wtf I don't even

I had a crazy night last night, and I have some mystery bruises.

Not cool. :mad:

It's lupus.

It's never lupus.

It's lycanthropy.

I don't find random wounds so much any more, but I used to get them quite a bit which was quite concerning.