Oh, Irony. I see what you did there.
This is NOT the welcome wagon I was expecting.
Picture this: My roomie Nancy and I spent a solid 2 hours in the sunshine. Rotating, re-applying sunscreen (talk about an exercise in futility, currently crispy and pink), gabbing the day away, reading
US Weekly scholastic textbooks. All that good stuff. And, since I dream of living some sort of reverse-Little Mermaid experience, I knew I needed to get into the tepid ocean water to swim around like a fish. I collected perfect conical shells, I did handstands, I floated like a buoy, I ran out to Nancy proud of my discoveries and demanding a water-buddy. She obliged, wanting a dip herself.
Moments later, she was marveling at the brave manner in which I drag my feet around in the ocean trying to pick up any bits of coral or shell my toes can feel. I commented “Yes, obviously I’m very courageous. Not just anyone could/would do such a heroic deed.”
Cue: Sea urchin. Yup, stepped on a sea urchin within thirty minutes of diving into the deep blue.
I thought I could “walk it off” assuming the best, maybe an under the sea splinter. And then, as we went to go grab a bite, I felt a blinding searing pain best described as being stabbed with a metal rod. Only the rod is being heated at a near-melting degree from the inside and continues to radiate pain.
I need a doctor.
“Sure,” said Nancy. “We’ll find you one, just sit tight.”
Enter Dr. Delarosa. Exit: dozens of tiny sea urchin spines. Apparently, my body had an allergic reaction to the spines and WHAM, inflammation, a pain like a thousand tiny spiny suns, and a hazy vision.
I expected that, if I was going to be doing any hobbling whilst on vacay, it would be due to inebriation from the all-inclusive drink situation. I did NOT expect to receive an intramuscular injection of anti-histamine in my butt cheek. I did NOT expect to be a wobbly fool due to a spiny critter of the sea.
According to the resort, sea urchins never swim that close to the shore. Well, joke’s on me, I guess. Good one, sea urchin. Had me fooled.
Luckily, the benadryl and lotion they gave me are making a dent in the pain. And my starvation is pulling me in the direction of the dinner buffet like WHOAH. So, despite the best efforts of the ocean’s porcupine, I can’t be stopped. Nice try, little one.
I’ll make sure to eat extra Uni next time I get sushi.
(Also, big ups to Nancy for recognizing that, though this was a terrifying experience, the ONLY reasonable response was to take zillions of pictures.)
7 thoughts on “Spring Break 2013: You’re Doing It Wrong”
Oh no! I know this won’t stop you from having a good time. We’ll eat some uni here in your honor.
YIKES! Going to the DR and stumbling across a sea urchin?! What are the odds! I hope you’re feeling so much better and that the dinner buffet could revive you a bit… soak up the sun! eat all the uni. keep the sunscreen flowing. enjoy your spring break!!
Oh my god! That sounds awful! I’m glad you are ok. I guess wearing those dorky aqua shoes are probably a good idea….
When I was in Hawaii I sliced my foot on a rock in the ocean. Luckily it was towards the end of the trip and on the side of my toe so it wasn’t too bad. Liquid bandaged worked great. Our friend sliced his foot on the same rock and it was a humongous gash. He was limping the rest of the trip. 😦
Hysterical post .. but obviously SO glad you’re OK. LYL & enjoy the rest of vaca!!
Glad you’re OK!!!!
Hope you’re feeling better.
Major props for clutching/guarding your flip-flops while on a stretcher.
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