Yesterday, while I was at physical therapy, The Neanderthal got that glint in his eye.
You know, the glint of an effing Crazy Man.
(Or someone who just found The Key To Life.)
I’ve been having pretty severe pain, in a weird new way, for a few weeks now.
I described this new horrific pain to The Neanderthal like this:
“I can’t even breathe. Seriously, I can’t breathe. I’m actually dead right now. It might be a weird type of muscle spasm where there are no muscles. It’s coming sort of from my side and then going up my shoulder blade. I need a new shoulder blade. Do they make those? Maybe it’s my right lung cramping?”
Yesterday, I relented and let him do new terrible things to me. (He’s been trying to persuade me. Men are like that!)
He was so happy.
As swear words ran out of my mouth (at a very rapid speed),
He smiled and said, “This is really a good spot!”
It made his day. (Hence, the Crazy Man glint in his eyes.)
Personally, it wasn’t a pleasant experience for me.
I know my pain level will be quite high for a few days to come.
(Although, I will grudgingly admit, it probably was needed.)
My sessions with The Neanderthal are intense.
I needed to regain a sense of calm afterwards, so I ventured down to the beach with my camera.
It was afternoon.
The sun was strong – never a good time to take photos.
I put a filter on my lens (to tone down all the bright, sunlight) and took a few daytime long exposure shots.
It would have been prettier at sunset, but I think I captured the beauty of the day.
It was a stunning, gorgeous, spectacular (!) day.
The very act of being by the ocean helped me regroup before I came home.
As it turned out, my family was out and about most of the evening.
I was glad I didn’t need to worry about feeding anyone but our retrievers.
I might have taken a couple pain pills for dinner.
That’s healthy, right?