Homeless Diver

Boracay has another victim - me.

I have a massive blue/black bruise on my upper ass cheek, cuts on the wrist that look like a sorry attempt at suicide, heavy cloth cargo shorts with a cut in the back, a knot on my head…and I’m limping like a gimp in physical therapy. Spent all day yesterday in bed, all day today until 19:30. I was doing OK down on the beach to get some cash but as soon as I came back up the hill, hell no! pain.

I stayed on the laptop last night working on those other stories until the power went out for most of the 1am-4am hours. I was hoping it was temporary. Its not leaving yet and is 48hrs old and getting worse so I might have to get it checked out but this is Boracay, which has very little in the way of standardized medicine. Last time I went for an injury, they misdiagnosed me and shot me full of Tramadol before asking if I was allergic. I know my own drug interactions so I just watched how far they would continue with improper practices.  It never stopped. Thats another story completely…and would be long and scathing.

I fell down the stairs. In the jungle. I’m sticking to that story. You can understand my reluctance to get looked at here on Boracay.