Look what I noticed while working on a new project tonight:
That’s the bruise from the pump site I replaced yesterday at work. It was hurting a little while at work. I replaced it in a dimly lit conference room, wore 2 “sites” the rest of the day and removed the old one when I returned home. Tonight I noticed the bruise. My tummy was sticking out between my shirt and sweatpants. I was sitting Indian style on my floor while working on a rather messy jewelry design project. Rather messy is the nice way of saying “What-the-heck-happened-in-here?” and “This-will-never-truly-be-cleaned-up-will-it?”. I wanted to pull down my sweatshirt but my hands were covered in stickiness (used a paper towel and a knuckle to take the pic). I adjusted my shirt over my stomach and jumped right back into mess making 101.
20 minutes later, I took a break. Then I noticed it…. “NO!!!!!!!!!!”….Seriously, NO!
A pump bruise is nothing, but resin on my favorite, super cozy, softer than soft sweatpants???