A crust of coagulated blood shielding formerly open cuts and abrasions and tissue sore from light trauma and exertion remind me that this vacation wasn't some dream, and that I was just in Hawaii. The residual minor aches and pains are something that I enjoy, a reminder of scrambling and crawling over lava rock and coarse sand while hiking, tidepooling, and playing in the waves.
I don't get scrapes, scabs, and bruises as frequently as I used to when I was a kid. Maybe that's why I enjoy them: they remind me of when free time was a certainty, and most of the fun times I had were spent in the outdoors.
Stop being such a donkey ball
yikes, I forgot about my own nasty shinbone scab until wading in the thermal warmth of "Millionaire's Pool" and suddenly feeling OUCH! ouch, OYYY, what the heck!....little fishes tearing and biting at my wound! And being told that there's staph in the warm waters?? No swimming for me! Donkey Balls indeed!