They've all happened, and they all suck. Big time.
I sat quietly, trying to listen to the words I recognized in Spanish, as the doctor explained to Alex the prognosis for my unbearable ear/face/jaw pain. The words I understood were inflamed, antibiotic, alcohol and water. Alex turned to me and said 'you have a very bad infection, it is badly inflamed, so she is giving you antibiotics and painkillers'. pause... pause... pause... 'Oh, and no alcohol and NOOOO DIVING!' My heart sank, even though I knew this was the case. I think I actually got sick to my stomach when he said no diving. A year or two ago, I would have been distraught over the alcohol part, but I can live without that. It's the diving that's I've grown so very fond of.
favorite dive shop ,West End Divers,* on my lunch hour and go for a little cruise along the reef. It's become my meditation, my getaway from reality, my peace and quiet, and actually, my social time as well. Working at home has a tendency to leave you feeling a bit isolated from the rest of the world, so it's fun to jump on the boat and chit chat with the group, the visitors and the regulars, dive masters and instructors about what they've been up to, where they're from or what they saw on their last dive.
|Chit chattin after a dive @ West End wall |
Often times my friend Joe, who owns the bar in front of my house, and I will sign the other one up and send a text or Facebook message 'we're on the board for 11:30 tomorrow, can't wait!'.
*Check out their live web cam here!
I feel a little lost without my diving. Partly because I was told I can't, not because it just so happens that I'm really busy with the construction season in full swing and gears changing at the marketing gig.
The thing is, that is what this island is built around. The diving (and the drinking, but that's certainly behind in the lineup) It's the one common denominator between almost all of the people here. We all gossip about who saw a hammerhead or who found the seahorse first (and who snuck out in the middle of the night and moved it)
But my #1, all time, favorite thing about diving is... We Are All Equal.
Beneath the surface it doesn't matter what race you are, what language you speak, what your sexual orientation is, where you attended college, if you did, or how much money is in your bank account. Beneath the surface there is no race to the finish line, no competition for material possessions or debates about who is smarter. There is no pecking order or language barrier. There is simply one thing you share with the others around you, and it's a passion for diving, no matter what it means to you.