Yesterday morning, I tottered out onto the beach after breakfast.
The sand here is hard-packed and very flat. Even the dryest part of the beach is hard-packed, so I could walk on it without too much trouble.
Lou picked up one tiny perfect shell for me. Usually I spend hours hunting shells or rocks. But I don't feel bad about not being able to do that. With my stomach so swollen, I cannot bend over.
We dumped our stuff and went straight into the water. I hung onto Lou when waves crashed into us. We walked quite a way in and never really got deep.
When big waves hit us, I clung with two hands and turned sideways. I didn't really want to get knocked over.
We were laughing pretty hard.
Eventually, I floated for awhile with Lou as my anchor. I got battered! I got ground into the sand when the outgoing wave stole all our water!
Then a quick succession of three huge waves tossed me magically back onto my feet, and I was ready to get out.
We rinsed off the sand, got clean towels, got drinks, and found comfy chairs in the shade. Eventually we ate lunch. Then we went to our room and I think I slept all aft.
My pain is under control, but I am taking a lot of it. Thank God for painkillers.
Today, we are not going into the ocean. Today we will do pools. There will be no big waves or sand, but there are kids. Jumping, splashing, yelling, fun!
Plus, I downloaded 3 Nero Wolfe audio books (that I have never read) to my phone. Heaven.
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