I’m sitting at home, having just woken up from a 2(?) hour nap, waking up from pain again. Boy Blunder had called while I was out cold. (I DO like that about my sleeping; nothing can wake me.)

I wake up a little, call him at his friend’s house. “I know I spent the night out last night, but can I please stay over at Michael’s tonight?”

I’m obviously not really awake, because I’m thinking I want his 15yo whiny-ass here with me. “Well, I was kind of hoping we could hang out tonight but that’s just being selfish. You can spend the night, that’s fine.”

“I’ll make it up to you, Dad, I promise.”

I don’t know what he felt he had to make up to me. So now, I thought about dinner, browsed the movie schedule for tonight, and have realized… it’s another night at home alone. I really can’t go out in public because I’m in too much pain and it’s way too obvious. I really wanted to get out tonight. My pain medicine is long gone and I suppose that’s ok, but I really wish I had some. I’m looking forward to all of this being gone.

When I was at the doctor the last time and he was doing his usual treatments, he asked me if I had been to the beach recently. I told him, “Just this last weekend.” And then I asked him, because I’ve always wanted to believe it to be true, “Tell me, is getting in the ocean good for me?”

He stops. Gives me a blank stare. “Phenomenal. You should get in the ocean whenever you can.”

That seems like the best advice I’ve ever gotten from a doctor. I may go down to the beach next week. And go surfing. You know, once I can get out.