Rarely is there a dull moment in my life, in fact the shop owner yesterday was impressed with my laughter as he said he’s seen men buckle under the pressure of the pain. The next time you decide to walk on the wild side in the Pacific Ocean, make sure you shuffle your feet when you get about waist high because that’s where all the stingrays are hanging out minding their own business. I knew this however I was so excited over the courage I mustered just to get in that it completely slipped my mind.
The weather in Huntington Beach has been phenomenal lately so needless to say I’ve been doing some sun bathing soaking up all the goodness of some free vitamin D. On a few occasions I went down to the water just to put my feet in so to speak and couldn’t help but notice the healing that was taking place with my psoriasis. My skin flared up a little, nothing major, due to the change in frequencies I’m sure as my body rewires it’s nervous and endocrine systems. I had no idea the sea water had such a profound effect (just from 10 min) and now it makes sense that every summer I walk the beach regularly my psoriasis is essentially obsolete.
Yesterday was the warmest of all the days so I thought it would be great idea to submerge myself, take a cold plunge really and get a dose of healing water for my whole body. Well the excitement lasted about five minutes until I got about waste deep. I had just enough time to tell the ocean to go easy on me when I got zapped by a stingray. It was a pretty unmistakable jolt of electricity and according to the lifeguard is equivalent to 1,000 bee stings at once.
My cold healing plunge was over just as quick as it started as I headed towards the showers to wash it off. While I was waiting for a family to finish up I noticed a surfer coming towards me and figured if anybody knows what to do it’s probably someone who’s experienced it so I asked him what my next steps should be. 
Before I knew it he had me at the little surf shack talking to the owner who then put my foot in a Home Depot bucket of hot water.
The best part was that morning after I finished my hour or so of musical meditation I asked Spirit in so many words how I can be blessed with some precious stranger moments as I like to call ’em, those moments when you share meaningful interactions with complete strangers. Another one of those be careful what you wish for because I think I had about a dozen that afternoon.
All said and done the pain lasted two hours where the only remedy needed is a bucket of hot water. That little dot on the bottom of my foot sure packed a punch though, I imagine it’s what it would feel like if you stepped on a nail and left it in. When Joe (the shop owner) took the bucket to replenish the heat about forty minutes in, that’s when I really felt it but all I could do was laugh cause it hurt so friggin’ bad. What else can you do, I don’t cry from physical pain and must say over the decades of all my gracefulness and everything else I’ve definitely built myself some high tolerance when it comes to pain.
Actually when I asked the lifeguard who came over at one point how long it was going to last and he said about two hours I was like pfft, two hours, that’s it, that’s nothing. I was thinking I was gonna be down for a couple days so imagine my instant relief from that information alone. I sat there for just over two hours until the shop closed and was able to wobble my way home. Is it going to stop me from going back in the water? No, but I’ll definitely be more mindful when doing so.
I have to give myself credit where credit is due. I have to say I handled the whole situation like a champ. If this happened five years ago it would’ve been a different story. Even coming out of the water moments after it happened I told myself not to complain, I even said it out loud, as I grabbed my bad from the ladies watching it. I didn’t even tell ’em I got stung. I told them the water was amazing for psoriasis and headed towards the showers. Standing there patiently waiting for the family to finish was another sign of mastery as I was suffering in silence so to speak. I’m very proud of myself for how far I’ve come in such a short amount of time. All my preparation is for purpose.
Another highlight was the phone call a gentlemen received during one my precious moments. I couldn’t help but notice the impeccable timing that allowed me to see it was 4:44 on his phone. Another one of my infamous winks from Spirit telling me everything’s gonna be alright. I did get to see the sunset from a different view than I was used to so that was cool and good thing I wasn’t planning on roller skating anyway. And hey, I only had one meal yesterday so yay there’s that. Gotta find the bright side to everything. Today my foot feels a little bruised but all is well and the show must go on. The Parkshow Chronicles.
Love and Light