Sunday, April 29, 2018

Bitches

My grown kids are here and we spent the day on Playa Avellanas. They tried surfing for the first time in many years and decided it was too much like work. It is.

I have a saying about the ocean in general, and surfing especially - 'Sometimes the ocean is your bitch and sometimes you are the ocean's bitch' Today I was the ocean's bitch. I'd not been to swim at Avellanas before, I'd just driven past Lulu's bar and the beaches. Was completely unaware that about half the beach had  slippery rocks beneath the surface. I ran out onto the sand, stepped upon the rocks under the water and realized I had to be careful. I gingerly edged over the rocks, stepping right into a big rock hole twisting my ankle and sitting down abruptly. The tide flipped me over and I emerged five minutes later oozing blood from a multitude of tiny cuts and with a badly scraped elbow.

The elbow is pretty agonizing, but not swollen up, scraped up bloody. I can bend and flex it, but the alignment of the bones feels off. Possible fracture.

A few muscle relaxers tonight and if it's still tender in the morning I'm going to the doctor for a quick xray.

Only causality at the beach, everyone else is merely sunburned. Good times.

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