It was a beautiful day in Ocean Grove, NJ and I was having
the time of my life! I was working as a youth ministry intern for the summer
and was enjoying an afternoon at the beach with my students and co-workers.
Now, if you’ve read any of my previous posts you’re aware of
the fact that I’m not what you’d call athletically “gifted”. I also tend to be
rather "clumsy" and "unlucky". So, while all the students went out to surf and
boogie board throughout the summer, I spent my time safely wading at
the shoreline, letting the ocean bury my feet. WILD, I know!
Students had been trying to coax me into body surfing with them all summer.
Of all the ocean activities it was by far the "tamest and easiest to learn", they
would say. “All you had to do was wait for a wave to come and then flatten your
body out like a board. Then, you enjoy a blissful ride to the shore! It’s easy!” Blissful
they said, easy they said! HA!
But, I resisted. I knew better. I knew my lack of athletic prowess. So, I said no
day after, week after week.
But this day, this beautiful day in Ocean Grove I looked out
on the water and saw gentle waves. I became hopeful. I became an idealist. I
forgot who I was. Just then students said they were going out to body surf. I
decided to join them. Like an IDIOT.
I didn’t want to lose my nerve so rather than wading out in
the shallow end for a while, I quickly swam out to deep waters. The kids began coaching me
on what to do and when exactly to ride a wave. Soon, the “perfect” wave was
nearing us. All of us prepared for it. They counted me down, “3…2…1…GO!!!!”
I paddled, paddled, paddled and then made myself as stiff as
a board, my arms shooting out in front of me as straight as could be, my legs
tight together, my toes were pointed, even my face was clenched.
And just like that I was off!! Off like a ROCKET! At the
time I thought must have reached
speeds between 60-70 mph (looking back they were more like 3-4). But regardless
of the speed I was one with that wave, with that ocean, with the universe
really. The children were right, this was blissful!!!
And while lost in this bliss I failed to realize how close
to the shoreline I was getting. I also didn't know that there was a harsh riptide at the shoreline. Should have waded in slowly!!!!
Suddenly…BAM! My perfect, peaceful wave collided with the
shore’s riptide and immediately I started doing against-my-will-summersaults.
Head over feet, head over feet all the while salty, fire burning ocean water
rushing up my nose, while my hair brushes the bottom of the ocean floor picking
up sand like a Dustbuster.
I’m told now the
best thing I could have done was relaxed my body so when I finally did make
impact with the floor of the ocean it wouldn’t have hurt as badly. Welp, I wish
I would have known that THEN cause instead all I did was FREAK.OUT. and stay stiff
in my newly acquired ball shape as I tumbled and tumbled. I finally landed
HARD, upside-down on my left shoulder in only about 2 feet deep of water. And
dang if it didn’t hurt like CRAZY.
As I stood up in a daze, I knew 2 things. First the left side of my body hurt like the dickens and second, that all of my long hair was piled on top of my head with
half of the world’s sand and probably a few sea crabs buried in it. I looked to
my right and saw two of my co-workers, Nate and Nick, making their very best
attempt not to show me they were laughing at me. (I can’t
imagine how hilarious it would be to see me triumphantly sailing in only to
tumble 50 times and emerge looking like swamp-thing).
I started dragging myself over to them walking like I was practicing to be a zombie film extra. I was becoming more aware of other things I was doing including making bizarre, almost tribal like, sounds to express my pain. They were actually very comparable to the newswoman who fell while stomping grapes, (if you haven’t seen the video,
here it is…you need to...)
Nate and Nick met me halfway and asked if I was ok. I’m confident when I say
all of us (myself included) thought I must just be being a baby, but this
nagging pain just wouldn’t quit, so they took me to the lifeguard.
This poor unsuspecting lifeguard didn't know what he was getting himself into when he went to examine me. He barely touched my shoulder and I promptly
screamed bloody murder directly into his ear. At that point, this diva got a free ride to the hospital in her own personal ambulance! OH HAPPY DAY!
My bff and co-worker Kristy rode with me and the guys
followed closely behind. Although, not that closely, they stopped at
Burger King on the way. (Seinfeld episode where Elaine buys Jujyfruit before
going to the hospital anyone? Anyone?)
The fruit of shame |
I got x-rayed and then waited in a small room with Kristy.
Nate and Nick were there too….......finishing up their fries.
Were they worth it? (Yeah, they probably were) |
Soon the doctor came in and delivered some surprising news.
He hung the x-ray and said “You broke your clavicle” also known as a collar
bone. I couldn’t believe it!!! He then explained I’d need to be in a sling for
8-12 weeks. I needed to keep my left shoulder and entire left arm as still as
possible. A SLING?!?! 8 WEEKS!?!?! NO LEFT ARM!?!?!
Ouchers! |
WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE SHE'S HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE IN HER SLING?! AM I MISSING SOMETHING? |
“How will I text?” I gasped (literally that’s the first thing I said).
Nate helped me see that the full magnitude of this news went beyond social
media restraints, “um Paige how will you drive?!” Then all the tasks that I
would not be able to do one handedly started flooding my mind…. driving,
texting, dressing and undressing myself, cooking, washing
my hair, unbuttoning my pants to go to the bathroom (crohn's anyone?!?!) NOPE, couldn’t do any of it one handed!!! The pain of this break
suddenly felt worse so they gave me some pain medicine, Vicodine, to take for the next few days. I popped the
first pill immediately.
Feeling sorry for me, Kristy, Nate and Nick, being the good friends that they are, decided to take
me out to my favorite restaurant, to lift my spirits. That’s right, this
one-winged-wonder got to go to THE OLIVE GARDEN. WAHOO!!!!
heaven on earth? |
I don’t know if it was the Vicodine or the fine Italian
establishment, but I was feeling prrrrrretty good again! I ordered my standard fettuccini alfredo
and nibbled on some of those delightful breadsticks.
However, somewhere between ordering my food and it arriving
I started feeling not so good. I started feeling really bad actually. By the
time the food came I felt so sick that we asked for our food to go.
On the ride home I must have been looking kinda green because
I was handed a plastic bag shortly after we left the best restaurant in the
world. A bit later into the car ride I felt sooooo sick to my stomach, that,
you guessed it, I vomited. My heaving sounds were met with dead silence from
the car’s passengers. Only after I had finished was that awkward silence broken
with the automatic windows rolling down to air out the car. (I still laugh every time I think of this moment!)
I was now in even more pain because I had moved my shoulder while heaving. So when I got home I took more Vicodine. Unfortunately, the
night did not improve my situation. Apparently, one upchuck in the car was
only the beginning. I threw up the E-N-T-I-R-E night.
I kept involuntarily moving my shoulder when I would ralph adding to my pain. I kept trying to drink water, but I
couldn’t keep anything down. By the next morning I was so exhausted and so
dehydrated that Kristy’s saintly mother, who lived close to Ocean Grove, picked
me up and took me back to the ER.
Representative of my emotional state by the morning |
Day 2 in the ER was nice! I spent the day with Kristy’s mom
while I got pumped full of IV fluids and I learned something new about
myself…I’M ALLERGIC TO VICODINE… hence the endless cycle of me tossing my cookies after
popping a pill! I got set up with some different pain meds and was sent home!
The most eventful parts of my "broken collarbone journey" was over, but there were hilarious events to follow. Like 1) me doing my hair one handed. 2) Starting grad school 2 weeks later in my sling and my classmates thinking I was into extreme water
sports when I told them how I broke myself. 3) Kristy and I becoming even closer friend when she had to help me change my clothes.
Me and Kristy during better, less scaring days for her that summer |
Today all that's left is a bump on my collarbone where it healed. It serves as a reminder to stay firmly planted on the shoreline letting the ocean bury my feet.
An actually (obviously stolen) shot of Ocean Grove, NJ! Still one of my favorite places in the whole world! |