Sunday, December 9, 2018 (Court Day #232)
I checked the temperature. 44°F. Brrr. Cold. My big concern was how my tennis elbow was going to hold up. A smaller concern was my right ankle. I got to the courts at 8:50. John P. appeared a few minutes later, then Dave Allenbaugh showed up. We had three site coordinators. Nice. (Ok, John is technically a backup.) David commented, “The courts are a mess!” A bunch of pine needles had blown onto the courts. I used up my battery and, fortunately, Dave had brought his as well so I used his to finish the job.
I got into a few mostly unmemorable games. I did get in a game of Kim and Marianne against me and Chris. This wasn’t memorable for the challenge but just that it was dorky. Marianne is 2.5 level player. Kim, I’d call a 4.0, I’m a solid 3.5, and Chris I’d call a 3.0 knocking on the door of 3.5—he has moments of very good play (from his tennis background) and others of not so good. Like me, but at a slightly lower level. Anyway, we didn’t want to hurt Marianne and took it a bit easy. It was fun just because it was relaxed.
I had a first time visitor, Christian from Watsonville, sign the liability waiver. I signed him up in a court box and added myself. About two seconds later, I realized that I had previously signed up in a waiting box. Duh. (Distracted!) And I was on not too much longer with Marianne, Binh, and someone I can’t recall. Why doesn’t that stick in my mind? Read on.
Holy Crap!
Binh and Marianne were teamed up. We were a few points in and we were all at the net. The ball was hit a bit too high by my partner. Binh, directly across from me, wound up his backhand and drove the ball hard at my chest. It happened so quick. The ball grazed the top edge of my paddle and ricocheted up and hit me square in my left eyeball. My paddle was instantly falling to the ground and my hands were to my eye. How bad was this? I’d heard stories about detached retinas and other severe eye injuries. I opened my eye, I could see. That was a big relief. It still hurt, but, yes, I had vision. Whew. After assuring my game mates—especially Binh—that I was ok, I picked up my paddle and told them that I was going to take care of my eye.
From my backpack, I removed my water bottle that I had filled at home with ice and water and used it to ice my eye. While I was sitting with the bottle resting against my eye socket, Carrie asked how I was. I let her know that I’d be fine. She said, “You are regularly playing against tough players, they hit hard.”
A touch swollen. Someone said they could see the circular mark of the ball on my cheek. Coincidentally, Marianne and Binh caught playing their next game in the background.
Karl offered me his safety glasses if I wanted to keep playing. Carrie offered me several sets of sunglasses she kept producing out of her bag. Stuart had me try on a couple of his yellow-tinted sunglasses. Dean checked on me, as did others. Pickleball really is a community.
I asked John P. to close and he was willing. I stayed another few more minutes debating then opted to just head home at 10:30.
My eyeball felt, like, well, when it does when you get whacked in the eyeball. It aches a bit. And my cheek was sporting a little welt. All told, I dodged a bullet. From here on out, sunglasses or protective eyewear.
The incident could have been a blessing in disguise. 1) Making me take eye protection far more seriously. 2) Forcing me to rest my tennis elbow. 3) Forcing me to rest my ankle. 4) Spending more time with my wife on her birthday weekend. (Probably, not in that order!)
Still, a bummer to have to call my day short as we head into winter and the constant threat of rain.
Monday, December 10, 2018 (No Play)
This morning as I dried my face after my shower, the pressure on my eyelid hurt some. My left eyeball was still very sensitive. I checked the dilation of my pupils in the mirror and they were equal. Well, that’s good.
When I got into my car to drive work, the brightness of the sun caused just a bit of pain in my left eye.
Eye protection going forward, no question. I don’t want to go through this kind of scare again—or worse. I’m a convert.
Number of days on a court: 232
Number of total hours: 635
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