Posted by nitecruzr on May 27, 2001 at 23:01
I think I picked up on watersports sometime during my Junior HighSchool days. I lived, with my parents and three siblings (2 sisters, 1 brother) in Tidewater Virginia. This is a very rural section of Virginia, and very few folks in that area had swimming pools.
Everybody else (95% of the population) swam in the rivers. If you know anything about the Eastern US, you know that a certain section of the rivers there are below the fall line. Which means that a substantial amount of rivers are saltwater, and contain organisms common to salt water.
Including what we in the East called Stinging Nettles or Jellyfish. In the saltwater rivers of Virginia, those little bastard critters are common - almost everywhere you swim.
Enough geography lesson. Apologies for those who find it long-winded.
Anyway, I and my sisters, and our friends, learned to swim in the saltwater rivers, during summer vacation. And it was a rare day of swimming lessons when somebody didn't get stung by those little fkers.
There was one standing instruction by those experienced in the stinging nettle experience. Pee on the sting. At least a couple times during the lesson, somebody would fly out of the water onto the beach, turn his or her back (or not), stick the affected section of the body between legs, and pee.
Unfortunately, there was the occasional time when somebody would get stung twice during a lesson, or get stung on some part of the body where pee could not be easily self applied. Then, you found out who your friends were. Or enlisted a sibling for quick relief.
Anyway, we all learned to drink plenty of water before lessons. Even if it meant leaking in the water occasionally. It was brackish (salty), so nobody swallowed any more than they had to. The rules were:
1) Drink plenty of water.
2) Pee when necessary, but no more than necessary.
Obviously, diligent follwers of rules #1 and #2 learned desperation and necessity peeing. Or never enjoyed swimming.
I have occasional memory of peeing on my sisters leg or chest. And having occasional service by one sister or a friend likewise. We did it cause it worked, and quickly. The experience of being pissed on was nothing compared to the intense pain of the stings, which could be as much as a foott long. We used to pray not to get one on the eyelid. But even that did happen. And having one's eye peed onto was relief.
As a side note, I recall an episode of Friends when somebody had to pee on somebody else. Does anybody remember the details of the episode?
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