So, I just got back from my “consolation prize” dive trip. If it seems like I just left, that’s because I did — I was only there for two days. And I traveled for two days to get there and home. But I’d say it was worth it.
First things first: diving! Of course the day dawned overcast, and a cold front had moved in — but I layered a 2mm shorty over my 5mm wetsuit, and it was perfect. For the first time in recent memory, I was not cold while diving. This just proves that salespeople do not know everything. When I bought my wetsuit, I said I wanted a 7mm; upon hearing that I stuck to warm water diving, the salesman told me I was insane and convinced me that a 5mm would be enough. Yeah, not so much.
Anyway, thank goodness for Dramamine; ever since a less-than-pleasant experience with choppy waters in Grand Cayman, I take the stuff before a dive regardless of whether I think I’ll need it; and this time, I definitely did. The winds and waves were completely insane! But all was well underwater…
These dives were pretty awesome. It was just me and another diver with the instructor, and I adore small groups; I always choose dive operators that are known for small groups. I also chose the one I did because I knew that they use integrated weights, and I’m not a big fan of weight belts since they tend to leave me bruised!
I still can’t believe that I went to Belize and didn’t dive Blue Hole, though. I’ll have to go back when I win the lottery to do that. Instead, I spent the next day forcing myself to chill out.
I was so proud of myself: I spent nearly four hours just lounging around! I read some, but for the most part, I didn’t do anything but lie there. And despite using so much sunscreen that I was practically choking on the fumes, this happened:
It looks a lot worse than that now — it’s just pink there. At the moment, it’s bright red. Sitting on that for three flights on my way home? Not fun at all. But I have to say that these pelvic fractures have certainly put all other forms of injury into perspective: yes, this burn hurts. But nothing I’ve ever experienced hurt as much as those fractures did when they first happened.
The mental aspect of it, well, now, that’s another story.
But since when it rains, it pours, I also managed to pull a muscle in all of my luggage-toting. A pectoral muscle. Seriously — who does that?! If I were a hypochondriac, I might fret that I am having a heart attack, but alas, that isn’t the case.
I’m going to miss this.
Especially since I feel particularly lazy now — the very thought of putting on cycling pants makes me cringe! It’s been a while since I’ve had a burn this bad, so I’m not sure how long it will take to heal, but with liberal application of aloe after sun, it will probably be at least a couple more days. So I will just stuff my face instead, I guess.
Random insertion: I can’t believe it, myself, but I really want my period to come back already. I am getting rather impatient.