salimbag
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Just a word of caution - you can't be too careful!
We were working on a coral gardening project off the west coast of Palawan in the Philippines. We'd just wrapped up a day of shooting and had climbed into a local banka (small double outrigger) to take us back to our boat. We'd left the coral fields when I decided we needed one last topside shot of the area. I don't like to shoot much anymore, but I was in the most convenient position regards the camera and the rail so I slid into the knee deep water and our assistant handed me the camera.
I braced myself on the sandy bottom like I do before any shot, and twisted my body in preparation for a long pan. The day was calm, but the tiniest swell knocked me ever so slightly off balance (the camera on my shoulder and the "twist" didn't help) and I did a little stutter-step backwards and hit something with the outside of my left lower calf. I felt just the tiniest scrape, and looked down to see a large rock. I ignored it, reset, got the shot, and we were off.
We were in a hurry, of course. I gave my leg a cursory look and then was distracted by a radio call from the boat and just forgot about it.
Two days later large suppurating sores grew in an area about 6 inches square on my lower calf and the leg, from just above the knee to the toes, swelled. The wounded area was as hard as if a quarter-inch steel plate were just beneath the skin. The wounds took about two months to heal - they alternately bled quite freely and then dripped orange sticky goo for weeks - and now it's been about three months and the lower leg is still swollen, although it's subsided considerably.
Of course, I knew better than to ignore it. Since there was no pain at the time and no marks on the skin and I was in a hurry I didn't make the easy and basic kind of first aid application I know in hindsight I should have. Since I was busy I realized now that my subconscious made several quick and stupid mental rationalizations for taking no action: we were away from the coral fields when it happened so there's less chance it's a toxic marine organism (huh?), we have a marine biologist in staff and if it were a problem he would have said something (but since I didn't complain how was he to know?), I've never encountered any problems before in these waters (so?), I saw it, it was just a rock.... thoughts that if I'd been paying attention to the real world my rational self would have realized were ridiculous. I was just tired, concerned about other issues and anxious to move on. Don't let things like this get in the way of your routines!
I did go to local medical facilities - I was pretty sure little could be done at this point, but if nothing else I thought I should get a tetanus shot. (Everyone on the island, as it turns out, was out of tetanus vaccine.) The doctors said nothing could be done (other than antibiotics, antihistamines, just kind of basic stuff), and that recovery could be a year, an opinion echoed by doctors in the States. Much of this depends on one's personal allergic reaction, and I tend to have very benign reactions to bee stings, spider bites (a solid bite by a black widow once barely fazed me), most jellyfish, etc. compared with my companions. So again, I felt I had reason to be incautious.
There has been virtually no pain associated with this, even though large chunks of necrotic skin peeled off the side of my lower leg. A high grossness factor that my five-year old liked, anyway. And the swelling contributes to considerable stiffness. But by and large it's just a minor irritation. About the only thing that's a problem, ironically, is swimming with fins.
So beware! Don't let yourself get distracted and don't let yourself get cavalier because you "think" you have plenty of "experience!"
Of course, we have no real idea what it was that got me. In hindsight, I probably have ignored other similar injuries with no negative consequences - so you never know!
We were working on a coral gardening project off the west coast of Palawan in the Philippines. We'd just wrapped up a day of shooting and had climbed into a local banka (small double outrigger) to take us back to our boat. We'd left the coral fields when I decided we needed one last topside shot of the area. I don't like to shoot much anymore, but I was in the most convenient position regards the camera and the rail so I slid into the knee deep water and our assistant handed me the camera.
I braced myself on the sandy bottom like I do before any shot, and twisted my body in preparation for a long pan. The day was calm, but the tiniest swell knocked me ever so slightly off balance (the camera on my shoulder and the "twist" didn't help) and I did a little stutter-step backwards and hit something with the outside of my left lower calf. I felt just the tiniest scrape, and looked down to see a large rock. I ignored it, reset, got the shot, and we were off.
We were in a hurry, of course. I gave my leg a cursory look and then was distracted by a radio call from the boat and just forgot about it.
Two days later large suppurating sores grew in an area about 6 inches square on my lower calf and the leg, from just above the knee to the toes, swelled. The wounded area was as hard as if a quarter-inch steel plate were just beneath the skin. The wounds took about two months to heal - they alternately bled quite freely and then dripped orange sticky goo for weeks - and now it's been about three months and the lower leg is still swollen, although it's subsided considerably.
Of course, I knew better than to ignore it. Since there was no pain at the time and no marks on the skin and I was in a hurry I didn't make the easy and basic kind of first aid application I know in hindsight I should have. Since I was busy I realized now that my subconscious made several quick and stupid mental rationalizations for taking no action: we were away from the coral fields when it happened so there's less chance it's a toxic marine organism (huh?), we have a marine biologist in staff and if it were a problem he would have said something (but since I didn't complain how was he to know?), I've never encountered any problems before in these waters (so?), I saw it, it was just a rock.... thoughts that if I'd been paying attention to the real world my rational self would have realized were ridiculous. I was just tired, concerned about other issues and anxious to move on. Don't let things like this get in the way of your routines!
I did go to local medical facilities - I was pretty sure little could be done at this point, but if nothing else I thought I should get a tetanus shot. (Everyone on the island, as it turns out, was out of tetanus vaccine.) The doctors said nothing could be done (other than antibiotics, antihistamines, just kind of basic stuff), and that recovery could be a year, an opinion echoed by doctors in the States. Much of this depends on one's personal allergic reaction, and I tend to have very benign reactions to bee stings, spider bites (a solid bite by a black widow once barely fazed me), most jellyfish, etc. compared with my companions. So again, I felt I had reason to be incautious.
There has been virtually no pain associated with this, even though large chunks of necrotic skin peeled off the side of my lower leg. A high grossness factor that my five-year old liked, anyway. And the swelling contributes to considerable stiffness. But by and large it's just a minor irritation. About the only thing that's a problem, ironically, is swimming with fins.
So beware! Don't let yourself get distracted and don't let yourself get cavalier because you "think" you have plenty of "experience!"
Of course, we have no real idea what it was that got me. In hindsight, I probably have ignored other similar injuries with no negative consequences - so you never know!