One of the more annoying costs of getting old is the requirement that I must take a blood thinner. I complain about it a lot. It doesn't really hurt anything, but it does leave me with a lot of unexplained bruises.
I have sworn that a butterfly could land on my arm and leave a bruise, and I have also warned my loving wife that I could accuse her of elderly abuse at any time and have the evidence to prove it. The doctor who prescribed the stuff isn't very compassionate - just tells me to wear long shirts.
I woke up this morning with a new bruise decorating the back of my hand.
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