Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Beach

Going to the Beach


The beach is one of my favorite places in the world.  I feel like there is something magical about the beach.

Last weekend I drove a couple hours to the beach in Santa Cruz, CA.  Actually I had to drive a little farther to Carmel, CA so that I could go to a dog friendly beach.  The beach in Carmel, CA had white fluffy sand and beautiful crashing waves.  Even though there was a little overcast, it was still a great day.

Before I started my day I took two tramadol.  I wanted my day at the beach to not be affected my how much pain I was in and I wanted to leave my crutches at home.   Ever try to use crutches on the beach? Tramadol doesn't take all the pain away but helps to take the edge off so I can walk around a bit more and be able to carry stuff.

The sand at the beach felt so good on my hips and joints.  Walking on the beach makes me feel like I am almost a normal person.  I was actually able to take what you would call a walk on the beach, although I didn't go far just in case.  It was such a wonderful day.

Then after a couple of hours at the beach my tramadol wore off, I was exhausted and it was time to go.    As soon as I took one step back onto the paved road I felt the familiar searing pain in my hip joints and my Saturday mini vacation was over.

Back to reality.  I wish I could spend everyday at the beach.  If I was a professional surfer I could.

Here is to wishing the whole world was a fluffy sandy beach,


1 comment:

  1. Aw! I'm so glad you got to enjoy the beach. I'm an east coast girl, but couldn't live without the beach close by. I went to a Florida beach last week on vacation -- I took my cane and all, and it still has sand stuck inside of it. I decided I like it that way, because it's like I'm carrying the beach with me wherever I go :) Who knows ... maybe one day you will surf until the sun goes down!