The beach outing did give me the opportunity to rinse my wounds in the salt water and fry them in the sun, and some of the smaller leaks are now history because of this. So that was a big plus, more broiling of the wounds in the sun will follow unless my doctor says "OH GOD NO, STOP THAT AT ONCE!".
Driving home was not at all fun. Kathy had applied aloe to my back, and I put some onto my belly before I left OC, but I still wound up stopping several times along the way in a futile search for Solarcaine. I did get some Motrin & milk at a Pure station where I stopped to refill the loaner, some anesthetic goo & Tylenol at the Walmart in Easton (or maybe it was Cambridge vOv) , and more fluids at the Wawa outside of Annapolis. By the time the second pair of Motrin hit me around US 301, I had finally managed to damp the pain down to an angry mutter, even if I felt kind of robotic. What the hell; I made it home, remembered to park the loaner in the street, and managed to shoulder my backpack and nose hose case without screaming. Whatever works.
Reviews tomorrow of Inglourious Basterds and Reservoir Dogs, which we wound up watching after seeing I.B. because for some asinine reason the Blockbuster we stopped at didn't have From Dusk Til Dawn, which is really what we wanted to see. Oh well.