More than embarrassing.

Here's an embarrassing story. I went sailing with my friends again on thursday afternoon. I didn't really want to go, neither did bf, but we gave in to temptation and went anyhow.

The boat was sailing at about 2 knots and the wind was blowing at about 15 knots. The owner of the boat threw a rope with a buoy on the end into the water. His son and bf jumped in to hang on to the line to be dragged by the sailboat. It's not the first time I'd done it before. I'd done it quite a few times in fact. I usually jump off the back, land in the water and grab the rope. This time I wanted to see how cold the water was first so I sat down on the back of the boat to dip my feet in. From that position, my feet were wet and standing up to jump in the water might have been dangerous, I might have slipped. So I decided to push off from a seated position.

I was warned to be careful of the ladder that was bobbing in the water off the back of the boat. So I pushed off carefully trying to avoid the ladder. But alas the ladder bobbed up just as I was falling in and my ass landed on the edge of the ladder, sliding down the side of the ladder. The ladder wasn't smooth, it was like a small straw going into a big one. As I slid down the makeshift pain wagon into salt water I could feel it scraping my butt. My head went under water, I grabbed the rope and I came back up. The two men on the boat who watched me go in were looking worried as I looked back at them. They asked me if I was ok, I said no. I was in a lot of pain with a scrape on the ass with salt water in it. After a few minutes I wasn't in pain anymore, the cool water was acting like an ice-cube.

When I got back onto the boat, bf noticed right away a scrape on my thigh and the owner of the boat insisted on bending me over to have a look, but little did they know what was waiting under my bathing suit. I went to the head (the boat washroom) to check on the situation. All I could do was check with toilet paper. And yes I was bleeding between the cheeks.

From here the story gets nasty continue reading at your own peril, graphic details may ensue.

Since salt water from the sea is not clean and I was wearing a wet bathing suit for hours after I cut myself, the night brought me infection. The cut was worse than I thought, in that when I slid down the jagged edge of the ladder, it pulled my butt cheek far enough away from my body that I managed to cut myself inside too.

Needless to say I'm in pain. I had a fever yesterday, and I talked to a doctor who suggested hydrogen peroxide and an antibiotic cream. After a day and a half of using that the infection is under control. But I can't move without yelping. I went to work both this morning and yesterday morning. Strangely, standing and walking don't hurt too much. Sitting hurts like hell. Going to the washroom hurts even worse.
I must have hit my tailbone too, hence the pain when I sit.

So yeah... fun fun with gauze between my cheeks. I'll be spending some healing time on the couch this weekend. I wanted to get some HNT shots for next week, but I may not be up to it. I could get shots of my bruises and scrapes I suppose. I'll think about that one.

Have a good weekend people.
xoxo