Maybe someone punches me at night. The bruises are getting out of control, soon my skin will be purple and mottled all over my body. Right now, I wear them as my badge of courage, including my now partially paralyzed lip (see previous post). I tell people they are from soccer, but perhaps I have someone who hides in my closet until night falls and comes out and applies direct pressure to various parts of my body.
This picture is Day 6 post bruising, I am sure it will only get prettier.