Update:The bruise/dent in question, which I call "Lester" because when it was fresh and colorful it bore a resemblance to my grandfather (o.k. there were opiates involved and I wasn't wearing my glasses)...

Anyway, Lester likes the massage and cycles through light shades of green and is less dent-like and more leg-like. (At least one of us is cycling.)

The coolest thing about the massage is that I have an OLD dent further around on my thigh, where I fell on an oar-lock whitewater rafting about 30 years ago, and I've been massaging it too, and it is re-bruising and pinking up, and it feels like it might be getting better.

So thanks again Wahine!