It’s hot here in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Over 100 degrees in the shade. And here in Pop-pop’s cottage, there is no central Air Conditioning.
But I’m at the shore! The sea breeze is on our cheeks! The ocean is a cool, refreshing, escape from the heat, right? My kids, who are frolicking around in it with their friends for roughly 6 hours straight each day are not suffering from the heat at all! They are happy as playful dolphins! Laughing and splashing and all kinds of merriment abounds out there in the deep blue.
So I’m set, right?
Oh wait. I’m not allowed to swim. My Ortho dude, Dr. Raffo, has evilly declared that I am not to swim for something ridiculous like 6 weeks post surgery. He blathered on about bacterial infections or Gangrene ….yada yada yada, blah blah blah.
I whined, “But I’m at the beach and it’s so bloomin’ hot!!!”
And he said, “Stick your feet in a bucket of water and close your eyes.”
I whimpered, “But everyone else is out in the ocean having fun!”
And he said, “Stick your feet in a bucket of water, close your eyes, and sip on frozen margaritas. You’ll have fun, too.”
I said, “Man, you stink! …..wait…wha??”
I told you I loved this doc.