One more time a doctor’s checkup ends in a stay at the hospital (Hospital visit #5 in year 2011).
Why am I going into the breech (aka hospital) again???
One more time a doctor’s checkup ends in a stay at the hospital (Hospital visit #5 in year 2011).
Why am I going into the breech (aka hospital) again???
This is my fourth hospital “vacation” this year and getting to be old. This time for 24 days. The nurses on virtually every hospital floor know me by name. This is a problem or two. First, I don’t remember their names. Second, I’m getting tired of being in the hospital.
Well, just as we’re getting ready to head south again, up jumps life.
Yup, it’s birthday time for Lynn, again. This one is filled with surprises.
We haven’t posted much for a while. Not our intention to wait so long since we got things caught up before leaving Mazatlan, MX. Sometimes life gets in the way and the blog must take a back seat to more pressing issues. Also, Lynn always writes these “tomes” but today she is the editor; a switch of roles.
Does that tell you that something unusual has been going on? Now, where to start? Well, I guess essentially at the beginning.
In our last post, Rick described his incredible recovery from massive blood clots in his legs, heart, and lungs and kidney stones, and septic shock when treated for kidney stones. See post, “If I Were A Cat, I’d Still Have 7 Lives.”
As a follow up, this post describes our extraordinarily successful and simultaneously stressful trip to San Diego. We squeeze in two years of doctor appointments, personal shopping, boat parts purchases and fun into 10 days!
Saturday, Feb. 12, We left Marina Mazatlan for the 3rd time. We are at Stone Island. Dropped the hook just before noon. Had a beer, some soup, and gave thanks for our friends and family in our lives. Sail and anchoring when just fine. Only two other boats here. We plan to leave Sunday around 7am for La Cruz. Will write again next weekend.
73
Lynn KI6AQG
On January 24, 2010 I went to the very top of the mast for the first time. The mast is 50-feet high. This is as high as a 5-story building.
Rick and worked together to get me to the top of the mast. I was in a boson’s chair with a halyard connected to my harness.
Sunset at Mazatlan, Mexico
Tonight we are between heaven and earth!
Jorge has been delivering water for the last few months. He does most of the work. He bring the bottles to the boat (usually about 15 5-gallon bottles) and pours them into the water deck fill.
I sit beside him, count the number of bottles emptied, and move the empty bottles out of the way.
This morning I received an email suggesting if I wanted fantastic sailing, I’d have to change boats. The author has been skipper, captain, and crew plus years of experience on a wide variety of boats. His comments are sincere and we’ve enjoyed many email exchanges.
His email prompted my reply: