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Back to that again?


As I exited the shower this morning, Kris looked at me and asked, "Did I do that?" pointing to the quarter-dollar sized bruise on my back side where I couldn't really see it.

After some amazing acrobatic maneuvering, I finally saw what he was talking about. "Probably not, they're all over the place. Here, look here. And here." I showed him my slew of bruises.

"Back to that again, are we?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

I wish I knew why things like this happened. I have times when it seems I'm nearly covered in bruises, where touching something makes me bruise, and other periods when I can practically break ribs and not have a mark on me.

I wonder if it's diet related.