My nose has never been my best feature

Yes this is a CT of my nose

How often do we have to prove to ourselves that we are no longer 18 ( 18 and under not included).  I remember when I was a kid in high school, I could party all night in the summer time and work on roofs in Florida,  in 100 degree heat mopping hot tar all day long.  Who I then considered “old guys” would pass out routinely on the roofs.  They never learned their lesson, so why should I?

The Green Turtle Club has an exceptional wine tasting benefit every February.  If you have never been, you must schedule your next vacation around the event.  The food, hospitality and fun are unparalleled.   The proceeds of the benefit go to the Island Roots Heritage Festival which is another great event held yearly on Green Turtle Cay.  This is one of the few nights that I turn off my cell phone and stay on GTC for the party.  This is one of the few nights that my many friends, brothers and sisters on GTC get to try and make me stupid.  They buy me way too many drinks. Claudia is irresistable to dance with all night .   Roddy keeps the Gray Goose coming.  Carl and Maria invite me to the boat for more and before you know it….its 3:00 a.m.   My house is 1 block from The GTC Club so driving under the influence is not an issue.  Walking under the influence is a different story.

I managed to make it home safely, but I’m one of those guys that gets up early regardless of what time I hit the rack.  So at six or so I was up and at ‘em….but I’m not sure my brain came along for the trip.   My son, Annemarie (Sarah’s cousin) and I went to the club for early breakfast.  As fate would have it the surf was cranking that day.  Since the water temp was about 68 degrees, I couldn’t think of a better way to clear my head which must have been essentially empty at the time anyway.  My brain has a tendency to sleep in when I get up early with little or no sleep.

Adam met us at Pelican point.  I think he needed a cold water revival as well.  Surfing is one of those sports that require your full faculties and a bit of balance and athleticism.  These attributes are absent when you don’t carry your brain along with you.   Remember, my brain slept in as a form of passive aggression for its abuse the prior night.   My form wasn’t the best, my balance was terrible and my judgment was non existant.  I was the last one to paddle in.  As all surfers know you have to catch that last good wave regardless of how tired or stupid you are before you can call it a day.  To make it worse, the breaks are all lefts in 3-4 feet of rocky bottom.  I have a traditional stance as opposed to “goofy foot”.  As surfers know this makes left breaks harder to ride.   Just trust me on this one.

I was up fast, turning left on a decent wave when it closed out on me.  Having left all coordination back home in bed with my sleeping brain I did a stupendous face plant on my board.  I do ride a small (6’2″) squirley twin fin.   Any way, Mike Tyson couldn’t have done a better job.  I busted my nose and split the inside of both lips.   Of course I am the ONLY doctor on the island so there’s no sense in even worrying about it.  I went home woke up my brain and hauled his ass back to Treasure Cay with a bag of ice.

I think the point is that when I was eighteen this would never have happened although I did split my head open once, but I digress.  Remember my Karma blogs?   Well certain people (Chelsea?) don’t believe in karma.  By the end of the day I had convinced my self that my Karma was still good despite Nihal (see one of my recent blogs) because I am still alive as opposed to drowned with a broken neck.  My nose has never been one of my best features.