[1: 663 of 10,000] Bruises

My actual bruises on its 2nd day. It’s across my fist like I hit a bar. Maybe it was my bed’s metal headboard while I was dreaming that I am a boxer.

I got bruises on my right fist the moment I woke up and I don’t know where I got it.

I didn’t remember hitting anyone or anything.

Quite a little weird and scary!

Another weird thing is it took me about 40 days of not cutting my nails because of Filipino superstition belief that when a family member died it is not allowed to cut the nails until the 40th death day is over. It feels good typing with short nails today. It feels good that I won’t be scratching myself again. 😀