Gigi and I dined with the SCUBA crew at Rum Runners and I got to pick the brain of Doc Deep after a 540 foot dive. His ultimate goal is 1200 feet. There were amazing stories that swapped hands and plenty of laughs.
I never get tired of this place however for various reasons this year the spirit hit me late....like today. It has been a stressful few quarters.
We were warned that seaweed is out of control this year. So are my nerves. No problem. I've been reading about the seaweed issues and it is the whole chain getting covered. Anyway...my supper of conch is out there.
My fancy evening attire. Shorts and a new shirt.
I even scrubbed the chicken shit off my flip flops from last summer. I'm taking the epi pen too just in case. I'm half an island from the ER if I get stung. I only recall honey bees and I'm not allergic to them.
Until recently my sense of taste and smell has been hit or miss. Enter Flonase, a prescription steroid that is misted in the nostrils. Yes, miracles can happen.
I can smell the world and taste the things I have been missing.
But I notice recently that phantom smells have been sneaking in. For example: I sometimes get the distinct smell of another man. Okay maybe she is, but I get the smell of cigarettes too. Perhaps he smokes?
My brother in law we found out today about popped a tube this week. From clogged arteries to congestive heart failure 58 years of abuse has caught up.
I on the other hand, while not the picture of health, nor the poster child of healthy living, do give a shit about my health, and try to curb my vices.
But, we all live in our own reality. Make your made up reality a good and happy reality.
Mental vacation. Extreme Tailgate Society. Dogs, and animals. A pickup truck. A loving wife. A fun place to dive. A great job. Grilling.
MLK day 2008. We are in a free fall bear sell off where 40% losses are not uncommon. I get called in on a holiday to be fired in person by my second largest client for being 2% down in the one place that anyone was making money.
Idiot. At least he had balls to tire me in person. I'll give him that.
The bullshit flair ups of the last few weeks have settled down. I hate it when I'm expected to be the adult. It is so stressing. But I did play adult and had several difficult conversations and moved on. People will press you if you let them.
But my squirrel loves me and that makes it all okay.
We made a discovery this morning that Georgie's real name was Possum. She looks like a big Possum so I called her that. She responded dramatically. She was someone's pet, named Possum, and somehow ended up in the pound. We rescued her and she is now Georgie Possum Hunnicutt.
The dive gear is out and being checked and sorted.
Yesterday I listened to Mongoose Radio during my eight hour drive to Raleigh and back. I can quote the specials at local restaurants and grocery stores.
Soon, I reach. I need it.
It's not just about diving. I love the diving there but can spend a day in town or driving or staring at the ocean while breaking a sweat...yes to perspire again by just being there. I even miss insects.
On June 19 of last year I had surgery on my neck to remove a piece of disc that was pressing on the nerve that controlled my left arm. The condition caused me great pain, numbness, and loss of strength and control.
The surgery was a success although the incision did get infected and it took several months to clear.
The location was the back of my neck where the neck rests on my shoulders.
All was well as I healed and gained strength.
What has developed over the last several months is a rather large indentation at the incision and the hole is causing pain at the location. Apparently the natural fat that lays under the skin did not heal and I now have lost the cushion by having bare skin covering bone.
I'm set to see about getting this resolved on Monday.
My football season is done. My focus is enduring the winter until spring.
Yesterday I took out the dive gear to sort and check before St Croix. I'll be so glad to be back in the water.
Two summers of back surgery have taken their toll on my mind, body, and confidence. I desperately need to get past this, or greatly alter my lifestyle. I can no longer assume my body will do as I please. Thus is frustrating but it is a reality I must begrudgingly face.
Every numb throb, or pain shooting down my arm or leg and suddenly fear that another disc is failing haunts my mind.
People piss me off sometimes. Self centered sons of bitches. They'll walk right over me if I let them. Don't confuse my good nature with being the fool.
Try and screw me and my energy spikes and my scheming goes into overdrive. I am quite clever when cornered.
Border Collie guy, Wine guy, Weber grill guy, Manned Space Travel Guy, Believer, Gentleman Farmer, Go Apps! guy, Husband to the best wife. I'm a lucky guy.