Flashes of Panic

The other day, I noticed a curious bruise on my shoulder. Not really a bruise, because it wasn’t sore, but discolored. I couldn’t figure out what it was from, but figured it might be related to my return to the weight room earlier in the week.

Yesterday it looked red, like I’d been scratching at it, but I knew I hadn’t been scratching. The plot thickens.

Today, in the pool, I realized that when I reach forward with my right arm at the beginning of a stroke, my shoulder brushes my chin. It seems like more regular shaving might be the only remedy required here.