Some nights, even with meds, sleep just doesn't happen.
It is well known that I bruise hilariously easily, and usually sport a few massive beauties that I don't remember getting along with the dozen or so I do. (I fall a lot. More so recently. And bang into things. And am generally as graceful as an inebriated hippo.)
Here is a picture of some ink-related bruising.
This was about 24 hours after the powerlining on the afflicted area, so the blues have faded a little into yellows, very stylish. Lines done with a 9, I think.
I am such a delicate blossom. [snort]