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A Pool Redux

I a pool redux, I got back in the pool today. I hurt my back in March (March!) which totally disrupted my swimming. You would think swimming would be good for one’s back (I did), but one time after I swam, I couldn’t walk and that scared me off. I’m a little pissed at the doctor who didn’t give me a steroid pack like I got last summer that set me on the road to recover in ten days time. Instead, I languished for three months, babying the back. Then I developed an eczema spot that hates water. I’ve stayed out to the pool the last month hoping it will heal.

Y’all, I am such a nerd. I got in the pool today with a gel bandage covered by Press-n-Seal worn underneath a swim glove. “Waterproof” the Amazon reviews proclaimed the glove. Ha! It was the furtherest thing from waterproof. Nor did the Press-n-Seal hold up. Or the bandage. I suppose nothing can keep out water in freestyle laps.

In a totally unrelated matter, we’re watching a show called Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, a fluffy Australian show. The keen thing is her outfits. The show is set in the 1920s. And the dresses, hats, head chains, wraps—it’s something else. It’s an old show, 2012. So there’s no way I can run down those outfits. But, man, they make me jealous.

Not me in a pool redux. Me at Ocean Isle Beach in 2013, photo credit to my sister Elli Morris.

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