At this moment I am working on my 2nd Scotch on the rocks.  For some reason my back is all gamed up after tonights rock’n BJJ session.  I don’t know why, but Scotch seems to work wonders for me nowadays.  It reminds me of a trip I took to La Ventana, Baja California Sur to do some Windsurfing and ended up letting myself get talked into Kite Surfing lessons.

I picked it up quickly, and then was given the challenge of doing a body drag across the bay to the south shore.  Things started out good as I made my tacks.  What I didn’t realize until it was too late was the closer I got to the south beach, the stronger the wind was.  As the beach heated up, it drew cold air in from the Sea of Cortez stronger and stronger.  My body drags turned into more like getting tea bagged.  I was getting anywhere from 5 to 15 yards of air time and was coming down hard on my sides.

Eventually my life preserver got twisted revealing my ribs to impact.  I’ll always wish I had helmet that day too.  An incredibly large gust hit me while I was transitioning the kite from 11 o’clock to 2 o’clock and I went up.  WAAAAAAYYYYY up.  Loosing control the kite then plumeted into the sea with me right behind.  When I smacked into the water I heard a loud popping sound in my ear and it felt as if a horse had kicked me in the chest.

Fortunately my head immediately went into survival mode.  My body began working of it’s own while I sat out on the side lines.  I was able to gently bring myself to shore and thus ended my kite surfing experience.  But the fun hadn’t stopped just yet.  Back at my trailer I took off my wetsuit and laid down for a break.  My suit must have been holding things together because when I went to get back up I couldn’t.  It was as if I had a knife jabbed in my side.

So to make a long story short, I then for the next 9 days had multiple breakfast, lunch, and dinner beers followed by generous amounts of Tequila during dinner.  Eventually I made it to the local clinic.  They gave me a prescription and sent me across the street to the local pharmacy which was the back room of someone’s home.  The box of pain killers I got looked to be good high grade south of the border pharmaceuticals.  Opiates maybe? The result was quite a bit of relief so I figured I was definitely getting the ‘good stuff’.

Vacation over I was back home and went to the doctor for a gnarly ear infection and more happy pills.  When hesitantly I showed the doctor what I was given down south he paused for a moment, looked me in the eye, and told me ‘um, that’s Aleve’.

Soooo, I figured it was the alcohol that made it all better.

Anyway, the moral of this story is…… I dunno.  Sometimes all it takes to keep rollin’ is a little booze I guess.