We took a trip out to our fishing spot in MI on Saturday. The weather was beautiful and the sun was bright, but it didn't bother my eyes too much because I didn't have to bother with any glare from metal. The only glare was on the river, and it just looked like diamonds - soft sparkles on the water instead of piercing lazar beams.

I put on my nifty waders and headed out into the river, but I didn't have the same balance control as I did previously. The current was pretty swift, and my husband warned me if I fall I'd get swept away because the waders would fill up with water. I see now why people drown in such shallow rivers. I put everything I had into maintaining my balance, but I had a few close calls. I made my way over to a log jutting halfway into the river, and parked myself there.

There I sat - just a bump on a log - practicing my casting and soaking in all the beauty around me. I felt like I could sit there until the end of time, or at least until my husband forced me to come out of the water.

I was just getting into it when my arm started to give out - stabbing nerve pain and I couldn't control the movement of my fingers. It wasn't the casting arm, so I figured I'd try my best to ignore the pain til I couldn't ignore it anymore.

When I could no longer ignore the pain and I tried to get off the log, I realized I had used up all my resources trying to ignore the pain in my arm. My overall balance was much worse, and I felt dizzy and nauseous. I became enraged with myself because I became a whimpering fool trying to crawl off that log. When I got to dry land, I walked like a drunk person - I'm sure the other fishermen thought I was drunk as I staggered by them mumbling to myself to hold onto consciousness until I could get to a chair. I didn't want to faint in front of seasoned fishermen - they'd just laugh to themselves and think I'm a lightweight. If they found out I was disabled, they'd think my husband was a jerk for letting me walk out into the river.

I sat there in the chair and pouted until Ray was finished and ready to go home. By the time we got home, my pain levels were off the charts.

I don't ever want to fish in that river again. It's too much fun, and "fun" is obviously not meant for me. I feel sorry for my husband - he really loves that spot too. Maybe next time he can just park me in the woods somewhere away from the river while he goes fishing.