I love the ocean. I've been in it more than I've been on land this past weekend. Sucks to not have anyone to swim with though. My baby brother is such a "badkruka" (I couldn't find a translation. But it's someone who's afraid to or doesn't like to swim or bathe, that boring person tip-toeing the water from the shore, feeling the temperature as their friend's dive in, sort of thing..) He rather lie on an inflatable mattress and tan than actually be in the water, he says it's too cold and he doesn't like to get his head and face wet or something.. he takes after mum, for sure.
They used to say I should have been a fish. When I was a kid, when I'd just learned to run but not yet how to swim..
I used to make a dash for it whenever we were out on the island, and of course I was allowed to splash around by the very shore, but not unattended, because I could very well drown.. but my parents couldn't watch me all the time, though, because they had better things to do apparently, which I doubt to this day, but that's how the story goes anyway.. so they had this ingenius idea to strap on a harness on me and attach a leash to it. I know.. well, anyway, one time they'd forgot to tie the other end of the leash to anything solid, so of course I made a run for it, down the path to the dock I went, shouting "baaaba!" as I went (a rather excited and childish version of the Swedish verb "bada" that translates to "swim" or "bathe")
My mum, then, acted on pure instinct and her instinct was to stop me from getting to far, so she simply stomped on the leash. It stopped me. I quite literally went, phomp, and fell to the ground. That was the end of harness-wearing days, on my over-protective dad's insistence, and I guess they were forced to take turns to do their other things from then on so that at least one of them was with me at all times, and watched my splash. As it should have been all along.
No longer the case. Not that I would want my parents sit and watch me do tricks in the water or anything, I'm not a dolphin, thank you. But I miss having someone to swim with out there. It's still nice though. I love being under the water and watch the sunbeams shoot through the darkness. And the water in the Baltic Sea is a mix between sweet and salt water, so it's not too salty on your eyes, so you can swim around down there with your eyes open for hours without hurting them. That's my favourite place to be.
The sun is literally killing me though. Not to mention the non-existant break from the daylight. But it will get darker and darker now as we move towards autumn. I should pack my things. Dad says to leave my books and everything here. I don't know if I can do that. I already had to part from some of my book collection this year. I'm definitely taking all my movies, though. And most of my clothes.
Oh, I had my doctor's appointment today. They even did an EKG on me (that's when they put little electronic thingys on your chest and check your heart activty) That was unpleasant. Not the actual procedure, cause it was painless and uneventful and quick and everything, but I had to take my shirt and bra off, not too comfortable with that, especially lying down under the hands of a complete stranger. She was nice about it though. So it was fine. I get to do my blood tests tomorrow. Really early in the morning, like ungodly so, merely minutes after I've surely fallen asleep, if I even get that far.. and all this only to have them tell me I'm fine. Ironic, isn't it.
