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,