Pictured on your left is my left elbow, the color of which is now an intriguing purple-red-black blend thanks to a Mengele-like nuclear medicine technician at Toledo Hospital. I went in for a scan of my liver and pancreas, and the technician had some trouble getting my vein to cooperate.
"You will probably have a little bruising tomorrow," he intoned.
Luckily there really is no pain with the 9-inch by 5-inch bruise, but it certainly evokes a lot of comments like this: "My God - WHAT happened to your arm?" or "You let your wife beat you up like that?"
I ought to develop a convincing cover story involving burning buildings and saved babies, or perhaps how I fought off a dozen Nazi Ninjas over truck accessories or something.