It’s Saturday April 1st 2023, and we’re on the way to Daytona Beach. We’ll hit up the boardwalk then either Razzlesnightclub.com (free drinks 9-10) or go check into the hotel (we have a bottle in the cooler).
Oh yeah, 2 weeks post ovulation test was negative, we’re trying not to get pregnant till I’m recovered from gallbladder surgery. So, there’s a possibility I’ll get tore up, and Dom will have stories 🤔
Ranted, walked across Daytona Beach, fell on a nude beach, which resulted in 3 men carrying me on my throne (wheelchair) onto the beach, took a picture of a family from Ohio…….. what else, I’ll ask Dom.
Okay, so we got to the Boardwalk, we explored before we went park on the beach. Of course, I had to pee. Thank God I didn’t wait till I HAD to pee.
By the time I arrived to the second bathroom, I was trying to figure out what the hell I’d do if I leaked?
Yes, two bathrooms!
This passes me off more than Drake!
I was so tempted to use my Speech Assistant app (I have a speech impediment) start some shit by saying, “I’m in a wheelchair, and I actually need the accessible stall, do you?”
The first bathroom had multiple stalls, with the stall on the end being the only accessible. The accessible stall was occupied, I waited, then politely knocked, to which I got a rude ass response of “someone’s in here.” After say 5 minutes, I knocked again, again,”someone’s in here. ” Thank God I know Jesus, I was so tempted…… if I didn’t really have to pee.
I still haven’t told Dom the full story behind finding the second bathroom.
The second bathroom was smaller, 4 stalls total the end stall being accessible and OCCUPIED. I waited, then knocked, then the modern day Golden Girls told the able bodied millennial “there’s someone in a wheelchair, and she actually needs that stall, have some considerations.” I was so tempted to hug this lady, but I had to pee, BAD.
After the bathroom situation, I told Dom we should find a driveable beach, I’m hungry. I hadn’t been to Daytona Beach probably since I was a teen, AND I forgot how it’s set up, cars parked, a “two lane road”, beach chairs, then the ocean.
We find a spot, Dom asks me what to do, I tell him to set up a beach chair and I’ll walk to it.
He goes and sets up the chairs. As im watching him walk back, I’m thinking ‘damn, I bit off too much, I’m going to choke and die on the beach.’ As soon as he gets back to me, I ask him. “Do you think it’s too far?” He’s quick assure me, “You got this baby girl, but if anything, the sand is really compact, so your wheelchair will probably make it.” That was what I needed, “That won’t be necessary. Hand me my shoes, I got this.”
Once we got my pool shoes on, yes, it was a team effort. I stood by the car, did a balance check, turned on my inner physical therapist (Tina is my main pt, I’ve been working with her since my early 20s, I’m 35 now) made sure hubby and I were on the same page, gave him a kiss and said “andiamo” (Italian=let’s go) was off. Before crossing the street, I pause to evaluate my gate paterne and adjust how Dom is holding my arm while I’m waving cars to keep going. My inner Tina was telling me,’Your footprints shouldn’t look like that. Stop dragging your feet.’
The road is clear, and we’re off . Cane, left, right, millisecond to reeval with my inner therapist. Cane, left, right, Tina, cane, left, right, Tina, cane, left, right, Tina would approve of those footprints.
Cane, left, right, Tina, cane, left, right pause adjust and evaluate= footprints are getting ugly. Nina, you need a standing break. I turn to Dom to tell him I need a break. Before I open my mouth, he tells me, “Take your time, baby girl. You got this.” He gives me a kiss, and I’m good to go the maybe 10 more feet to the low ass beach chairs, where I definitely “flopped” and not gracefully lower myself. ‘Tina would understand.’
Once Dom helps me adjust, he goes and gets our cooler I elevate as we eat our picnic dinner.
Walking in sand sure does upset your ankle.
We finish eating, my ankle is curising me out, ‘I’ve never felt more insulted’. Dom could tell I was not comfortable not only is my ankle thicker than his, but I don’t suffer in silence.
So he wasn’t surprised when I started planning our exit. “You’re gonna bring the car to me”
Day on Daytona Beach complete.
An incident with the hotel that turned out to be a motel was basically uneventful. Long story short, we ended up sleeping in Ormond at the Sleep Inn.
The room was Nina accessible(grab bars on the right, hand-held shower head, and shower chair). The shower was on the small side, but we made it work. Yes, we showered together. Nothing like that, freak. Dom showered with me to make sure I was safe in an unknown atmosphere. Shower play is too dangerous not to be a fantasy.
Done in the bathroom by 9, we had plans to watch a movie while sipping on some sweet red wine, I finished in the bathroom first and sat on the bed with the intention of finding a movie.
Dom came out of the bathroom to find me at the foot of the bed, in the fetal position knocked out with the remote, he didn’t wake me, to make me get in the bed properly, he just spoons up behind me and we sleep till midnight and I have to pee, and then we get in the bed.
It’s Sunday, we left the hotel around 11:30, after free breakfast and sitting by the pool. Made a quick stop at Trulieve Daytona Beach, then on to the nude beach at Apollo ramp 5.
There was only one spot left at the lot. An accessible spot. Gotta love my blue tag. Oh, disabled parking pass gets you on Daytona Beach free, it’s $20 for a weeks access to Apollo beach for a week, we’re going back Saturday, lot 1 has beach wheelchairs.
Back to lot 5……
We park and see our first dick of the day.
I tell Dom he should go evaluate before unpacking, see there’s a ramp I was thinking the sand should be compact, so I’ll wheel to the sand then walk to a beach chair.
Dom comes back with reports of soft sand, but has an idea and thinks well be fine.
He gets my wheelchair and our beach chairs as he’s pushing me as far down the ramp as the sand will allow I’m firing up my inner Tina and coming up with strategy (hold on to the rail while walking on the ramp).
The wheels won’t roll anymore. It’s time to walk it out. I stand up, grab the rail, and progress with my left foot first. The sand is over my ankles, I take a few steps, pause to tell Dom what I’m thinking, and fall! The fall doesn’t change my plan, I used the rail to quickly stand back up. This is when Captain America saved the day.
I was so focused that i hadn’t realized there was a 60 to 70 year old man in a American flag speedo with a bicycle on the ramp, he tells Dom to have me sit down. “There are plenty of (naked) men with muscles here. We’ll carry her chair to the beach.”
Mr. America calls the closest (naked) man to help.
Picture this: Dom on my left, wearing a semi open Hawaiian shirt and baseball shorts, Mr. America behind me in a speedo and butt ass naked Clyde on my right.
They put my chair down on the beach and tell us they’ll be here awhile, and they’ll help us off the beach.
I transferred to a beach chair, and we removed our tops and applied sunblock.
I face the sun till my boobies start getting pink, then I want to turn around, so Dom and I come up with a plan, which went out the window when I tried balancing on soft unstable sand.
Clyde was sitting close to us. He realized our plans were failing, and he came over to assist. Our original plan was, I was going sit in the beach chair with my back to the sun, by the time Clyde asked how he could help i told Dom I’ll sit in my wheelchair, thinking it’ll eliminate a step we’re ready to leave.
I sit down and we get to chatting with the friendly (naked) man from Michigan.
It was just basic pleasantries. Name, where you’re traveling from, thanks again for the help, get me when you’re ready to leave.
It was less than 30 minutes, and supposedly, my back was getting sun burnt (I am fair/bright/blanca Italian mother and Mexican father), and we needed to leave. So we put on our tops, Dom started packing up our beach equipment, Clyde started recruiting muscles to carry me. The trip back I had 4 men. Dom, in his basketball shorts and Hawaiian shirt on left my side, Clyde, who was still naked behind me, then two new men, on my right a young say 20s West Indian looking boy in pum pum shorts, and in front of me was an older white man wearing a towel, thank God. I would have died if I had some old dick on my foot. That would have been terrible.
Oh, there’s no plumbing at lot 5, so on our way out, we stopped at the visitors center. I finished in the bathroom and went outside, thinking I’ll text Dom and let him know where I am.
‘Make a right when you walk outside’ was the text. To the right was a ‘pier’ on the bay. You know any trip to the beach isn’t complete till you sit on the dock of the bay. I had no problem wheeling to the pier. It was slightly downhill. I can’t properly myself uphill with one arm (hemiplegia from a traumatic brain injury)so I chill waiting for Dom.