One of the many benefits of living in rural Mallorca – rather than on the coast – is the reduced chance of being stung by jellyfish.
I’m sure that, if we were within walking distance of a beach, The Boss and I would be taking a regular dip in the Mediterranean. I would probably have been stung by jellyfish several times before now, but I made it to living here fifteen years before I was zapped for the first time in my life. Ooh, the pain.
We are Sailing
My Dutch friend Sandra recently had her birthday and invited a few gal pals to spend that day on the charter yacht she owns with her husband. Four of us – including Sandra – enjoyed a lazy day of sailing, sharing good conversation, Mallorcan wine, and the dishes that we’d each contributed towards our lunch that day.
We dropped anchor in an attractive bay, where Sandra’s husband – Captain Adriaan – showed us a nifty little app called ‘Grumering’. It was created by three Mallorcan friends to show information about the presence or absence of jellyfish – known in Spanish as medusas.
Using the app, anyone can add a notification to help other beach or boat users to avoid areas with jellyfish, or highlight areas that seem to be clear of the pesky little blighters.
The app suggested no reported sightings of jellyfish in the bay where we’d anchored. We’d have a swim here before lunch.
The Med was a little choppy that day, which made it harder to see what was in the water. Nevertheless, off I went, happier that the jellyfish app suggested the area was clear. I’d barely swum a few strokes when a horrible pain lashed my stomach, then my left thigh and calf and one of my fingers.
I’d never been stung by jellyfish before, but I didn’t need anyone to tell me what had happened. Even Michael Phelps would have been impressed by the speed at which I swam back to the yacht ‘Simmertime’ and hauled myself, shaking, out of the water.
Sandra quickly took on the role of efficient nautical nurse and did the necessary to remove the stingers and reduce the pain. Half an hour later, we were all sipping delicious Mallorcan white wine and enjoying lunch – which helped to take my mind off a deeply unpleasant experience.
Jellyfish Stings – the Gift That Keeps on Giving
Nine days later, the burning and itching of the stings suddenly flared up again and we sought advice. Our friendly local pharmacist said we should go to the hospital for treatment in the Urgencias department.
The doctor on duty looked at my wounds and prescribed a course of two different tablets and an ointment to apply twice a day. But that wasn’t all. He’d made a brief internal phone call and moments later a nurse arrived in the treatment room wielding a large hypodermic syringe. Having that jabbed into my backside soon made me forget the jellyfish stings…
Jan Edwards ©2019
6 thoughts on “How I Became a Speedy Swimmer”
Hi Jan really hope after the bum jab you’re well on the way to recovery. Rest of your day did sound idyllic though. X
Yes, much better now, thanks! It was a lovely day, despite the jellyfish incident.
Always carried Wasp-eze or similar on boat just in case
Good advice, Allison! I shall take this up too.
OhMy! Hope you are well now 🤗
Thanks, Sid. I’m fine now. The scars are still there and are likely to take a long time to fade, but the pain’s gone, thankfully.