After two shore dives on Sunday, and two boat dives on Monday, my current dive trip has taken a turn for the crap-a-rific.
While hanging my vest on my tank this morning, something in my lower back went seriously wonky. Spasms? Wrenched? i have no fucking idea – other than it hurts.
Managed to get in the first dive of the morning, with heavy “Gimp Assistance” getting into and out of the water. Returning to the boat, however, triggered a degree of pain i haven’t often encountered. Hurt like a motherfucker – to the point of tears. Not good. Spent the second dive on deck – lying flat on my back, in the company of Luis the dive boat captain, while the rest of the group went down to play.
This, of course, was the first dive where the adorable hawk nosed sea turtle made an appearance…
Taking the afternoon off, eating ibuprofen and propped with pillows supporting various parts of my body… Hoping to heal. Hoping to get back in the game.
Dive Buddy, Studley, is off with a few other folks, knocking out some easy shore dives. The only thing that would make this worse? If my temporary debilitation interfered with his dive options on the trip.
In the meantime, i am reminded that i’ve been rather fortunate with my health. i’ve encountered very few physical limitations in regard to living my life the way i want to, and chasing the adventures i choose.
With four more days in the divers paradise that is Bonaire, i am trying to maintain some optimism that i can get back in the water… because i sure as hell didn’t travel this far to lie in bed and watch Telemundo.