Yesterday was a spectacular day here weather-wise.
At first, I was at a loss as to how I should spend my day. I hadn't slept much the previous couple nights and I was exhausted.
I haven't been sleeping much because Murphy's Law bit me in the ass this week. Murphy's Law clearly states, if you write on your blog your arm/shoulder pain is improving, you will immediately suffer a debilitating flare up.
I way overused my arm this last week. And yes, I'm paying for it mightily now. (That's what I get for trying to act like a semi-normal person.)
In any case, yesterday was a bad day pain-wise. I changed the frequency of my bionic arm, turned up the intensity, and still found myself in considerable pain. I didn't want to go through my day with the mental fogginess resulting from pain meds, so I tried to distract myself from the pain instead.
I spent the morning by my pool, basking in the warmth of the sun, and chatting with my daughter.
It was absolutely gorgeous outside.
Around 1:00 in the afternoon, she suggested we head to Las Brisas in Laguna Beach. (I think she's trying to soak in as much of California as she can while she's home for break.)
It took us a little longer than normal to get to the beach due to all the recent flooding. We still have a lot of road closures around here. Crews are working around the clock to clean up mud and debris from the storm.
Nonetheless, it wasn't long until I had a pomegranate margarita in front of me.
(Yes, I did recycle the above photo from by birthday weekend. I drank the SAME type of margarita then.) By the way, a dozen couple margaritas work almost as well as a pain pill.
There was a funny incident at the restaurant while we were there. We were sitting out on the patio and I overheard a man behind me say, quite calmly, "I called 911." I assumed someone inside the restaurant was ill. A short while later a fire engine and ambulance showed up and the EMTs approached the same (very drunk) man.
"I don't feel so good," he slurred when they approached him. Apparently, the man had called the paramedics for himself.
"How much alcohol have you had to drink?" asked a very handsome EMT.
"A lot and I'm still drinking!" the man informed the EMTs happily. He pointed to the drinks in front of him in case they missed the obvious.
The EMT sighed.
I tried not to giggle.
Apparently, the gentleman was not accustom to the side effects of over indulging in tequila.
Too much tequila can definitely make you feel sick. It can also, I suppose, blur your thought process enough to make you think paramedics will be able to stop the universe from spinning after you've imbibed too much.
The EMTs were not as amused by the whole situation as I was. It wasn't long until they departed and went on their way.
My daughter and I didn't have too much time left after that, but we decided to go for a little walk. I was happy to see the cacti are in full bloom right now.
What a beautiful splash of vivid (!!) color the flowers add to the hillsides. Honestly, it was just breathtaking to see.
All in all, it was the best day I could have hoped for considering the state of my arm.
Beautiful scenery, great weather, and a little tequila all make for a great distraction from pain.
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