The first time I almost drowned c. I remember only the following horrifying details:
Jim Wileman for the Guardian I would happily never have set foot in the Atlantic that weekend. My brother-in-law was a keen surfer, though, and determined to convert me. As the light began to fade, I felt compelled to have a last dip before we headed home.
The waves had become choppier as afternoon eased into evening, but still appeared harmless enough from the shore. The surf dragged at my legs, hauling me down, and rocks hidden below the surface grazed my knees and elbows as I tried to fight my way back to the beach. A great, grey wave sucked me towards it and then broke across me like a sack of gravel, bouncing me along the seabed.
Then the current relaxed its grip and up I went, just in time for the next big wave to break over my head and push me back under. I swallowed water, tried not to breathe it in, waved frantically at the party on the beach. They were packing bags and chatting, paying me little attention.
Once or twice, someone waved back. From their perspective, it probably looked as if I was larking around, diving into the waves; waving but certainly not drowning.
I experienced an acute sense of loneliness and isolation as another wave thrust me down. As I struggled, an intense pain bloomed at the top of my chest, spreading downwards and inwards. I finally found myself able to breathe, but it only made the pain worse.
The next wave offered some relief, though, driving me towards the shore. My feet found a purchase at last and I stumbled forwards, my right arm dangling at my side.
My brother-in-law, realising something was wrong, ran into the shallows to guide me on to the beach.
Looking down, I could make out the strange peak at the top of my chest where my arm joint, torn clean out of its socket during the struggle, was protruding beneath the skin. Someone brought me coffee, but I was suffering from shock more than cold. Breathing became increasingly difficult.
I managed to gulp down the gas and air in the ambulance — nearly a whole canister on the hour-long journey to hospital, where most of the pain eased in an instant as my shoulder was popped back into place by a nervous-looking orthopaedic doctor.
Months of physiotherapy helped the damaged muscle but nothing could rebuild my carefree attitude to water — the thrill of being at one with nature replaced in an instant by the sense of being at the mercy of an irresistible force. Even small waves fill me with apprehension now.The first time I almost drowned (c.
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