da 'Vid

 Or is it 'David'?  Enquiring minds want to know.

So I felt like shit yesterday.  Actually it started Tuesday when I was in Lautoka; my barber actually gave me tissues with which to blow my nose.  But nothing like yesterday.  All the 'Vid symptoms in spades.  Laid around with no energy, although I managed to make it to lunch at the BoatShed.  Went through a whole roll of toilet paper blowing my nose.

So I faced the fact that I probably had Covid.  Damn airline travel.  Joe and Michelle had a couple of test kits on the boat (still good, I checked) so I took one.  You know, the 'lateral flow' type where you have to wait 15 minutes to read the result?

So...swab, swab, rinse, squeeze, drop, start stopwatch on phone..

And with absolutely perfect timing comes the banging on the stern.  "Captain, you must release your line." The boat next to me was leaving and my stern line was in the way.  So I'm bouncing between the cockpit and the cabin to check on the Covid test, because if you wait too long to read it the test is invalid.  Then the departing boat catches my line!  "Captain, you must release more!"  There ain't no more, Sparky, and I've got a Covid test baking down below.  Scuttle back and forth some more.  Eventually they get free and my line is no longer an issue.  Back down below; it's exactly 15 minutes from start of test.  Whew.

And the result?  Negative.

Still felt like shit, slept most of the day.  And all last night.  Feel much better today.  Actually looking forward to lunch.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

He's baaaaaaack!

 "Zika one, Zika one, Zika two." "Zika one here.  What's up, Goose?" "Maverick - he's back." "Goose, we've been in Fiji now for a couple of years, infected hundreds of people, met all kinds of insect relatives...can you be more specific?" "The sailor guy - you know,  his friend was the purple mohawk-haired woman?" "Oh him.  I sort of thought he was gone for good." "Nope, he's back, Maverick.  Sitting on that same sailboat in Savusavu." "Well, I wonder where he's going to go from there.  Savusavu's nice, but once you walk around a few times you've seen it all." "I'll bet he goes out to the Lau islands." "Well, Goose, that's someplace we haven't been either.  That's a long distance for us to fly with our limited supply of ATP." "Maverick, what's ATP." "Goose - Google is your friend.  Actually you could ask Claude from Anthropic
Read more

Here we go again...

 Chilling in Redwood City, two days to the Fiji flight.  Have a roll-on chock full of stuff for Fiji, including donated prescription eyeglasses that I hope to distribute to locals in need of them.  Also a drone to check for bommies.  We'll see how long that lasts...may not make it out of CA.   Got word that my guitar is at the marina waiting for me.  I will scare the locals with my Jimmy Buffet covers - probably cause an international incident.   Also, my 12V freezer is on the way.  Ice for sundowners!  What a concept.  I may barter ice balls for food while out on the islands.   Bringing Borax for ants, Prevagen for Jeff, a wireless microphone setup for Brian, and weatherproof 12V/USB sockets for Peregrine.  Plus my sports action camera this time is waterproof to three meters without an enclosure.  Also have a spare micro-SD card. And...and...and - I remembered to add 'Exile on Main Street' to my stored music.  The trip is already a success.  I hope the folks at Vuda Marina
Read more

Seventy is the new forty

Image
Stardate Sept 2, 2023 There’s a hill towering above our anchorage.  If you look close at the picture below you can see the path cut into the hillside.  Look to the left of Nick’s mast. So the four of us decide to climb the stupid hill.  I had my Keen sandals which promised to give me good support on the hill.  We met the rest of the German tourists coming down the path.  They were wearing flip-flops!  “Ja, the path gets steep near the top.”  What they didn’t say was that the path was full of rolly pebbles and slick grass.  It took us a good half-hour, maybe forty minutes, to reach the top.  A nice view.  And it was free. Coming down I had visions of slipping and breaking an arm;  That would give a whole new meaning to the term ‘single handing’ a boat.  We all slipped a few times, but managed to get down in one piece.  It was after four pm when we hit the dinghies.  Jen and Den called for sundowners on their boat at five.  A quick swim to wash off the sweat and we made it on time
Read more