MY TALL SHIPS RACE JOURNAL DAY 11 – (14/07/2015) – Engines on, pearlescent seas and arrival in beautiful Norway

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Well the inevitable happened at 11:45 pm last night – the engines were fired up!  It is sad that we have had to retire from the race when we were so close to finishing but the wind has been against us.  It was noisy when the engines were first fired up and there is a definite mechanical vibration through the ship in comparison to the feeling of being just under sail.  Having the engines on makes the ship have a hurried feeling, like we are rushing to get somewhere rather than going where the wind blows.  The vibration of the engines was enough to flare the pain in my foot so it took ages to get back to sleep. Continue reading

MY TALL SHIPS RACE JOURNAL DAY 10 – (13/07/2015) – High pain, missed opportunities and reflections on modern day life.

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I should have been on watch between 4 am and 8 am but due to sky high pain hubby thought it wise for me to remain in bed, take more painkillers and rest when he got up at 3:30 am.  He didn’t even wake me at 6 am as agreed.  I was a little miffed about this but I understand why he did it.  He knows that I am on the verge of burn out and my spoons are going overboard to become treasures of the sea.  He knows me better than I know myself sometimes, I get taken over by sheer determination that I fail to listen to what my body is telling me.  I didn’t sleep very well last night, the first night on board that I never slept.  I only got about four hours sleep and that was between 4 am and 8 am – ironically the hours that I should have been on my watch so maybe hubby was right to leave me where I was at 6 am.  I even slept through the 7:30 am wake up call! 
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MY TALL SHIPS RACE JOURNAL DAY 9 – (12/07/2015) – Oil rig aliens, a few tears and a lap full of bras!

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Oil rigs on the horizon as we come on watch

Began watch at 12 midnight to an abundance of Christmas trees on the horizon.  Why has Christmas featured so much during this voyage I do not know!  We even had Once in Royal David’s City sang during watch tonight as H could not think of anything else to sing.

Anyway back to those Christmas trees on the horizon.  They were not Christmas trees, they were fishing vessels, oil rigs, drilling platforms, Floatels and guard ships.  We were right in the middle of an exclusion zone for the rigs!  We should not have been in these waters.  Thankfully though due to no one working in the water around the rigs tonight we had been given permission to pass through the exclusion zone.  We had planned to pass with the rigs to our port side but a wind shift put us on course to pass right between a fully built rig and a partially built rig. A manoeuvre which was forbidden.  We only had permission to pass with at least a mile between us and these two rigs and to go between them would have put us within this smaller exclusion zone.  Due to this we had to take a detour, to change tack and pass the rigs to starboard side.
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Melancholy musings

Here I am sitting waiting for hubby listening to the fizzle pop of rain falling on the car.   Listening to to the tunes of U105 feeling melancholy and thinking of life.  A life that seems to be running away so fast.  Speeding along as if rushing to an important date or an exciting event.  I don’t see death being either of those.  So why does life flit by in the blink of an eye.  How did we get to the middle of April without our feet barely touching the ground.  Oh to be young again when time seemed to last forever.  Where summer holidays lasted what seemed like years.  Where school days lingered long.  We all rush to grow up.  To be an adult.  To live life as we please.  Only to find that adulthood is a ball and chain round your ankle.  Where life is still not yours to do with what you want unless if course you were born into money.  No! Adult life is far from the imaginings of a child.  Life gradually speeds up in your twenties, hastens by in your thirties, and disappears in the blink of an eye in your forties, and I hate to think how quick it will go when I am in my fifties, sixties and seventies.  I am certainly at the stage of life where I feel scared that it is nearly over.  That I don’t have time left to do all that I want.  That my stupid body prevents me from fully partaking in my life.  That eight years of my life have slipped away with hardly a blink since becoming disabled.  I often feel that I am on the outside looking in.  Watching others having fun, having energy to go out, visit places I would love to go but are totally inaccessible to me.  Places I long to see and experience.  I never was one to stay on the beaten track, always being the person who wanted to go the long way, the challenging way, the way most would not generally go.  Now I am confined to the beaten track asking constant questions like is it accessible, how much energy will it take, how long will it take to recover, how hard will it be for hubby. I have never been a dependant person, fiercely independent is what I am so I find it difficult asking for help, depending on others to lift and carry, and depending on someone to push me in the wheelchair.  The main person who does this is my hubby. That is not what we planned for our married life.  Not until we were ancient and nearing the end.   This should be our time.  Where son has grown up and our lives become our own.  Where we can have fun and find ourselves as a couple again.  Living in constant pain takes that away to some degree.  We can’t be spontaneous everything has to be planned and mainly around one or two days a week, nothing can be planned for an evening on a work night and at least one day a week is given over to recovering from the immense effort involved with getting ready for work, driving too and from work and plastering on that smile for eight or so hours a day to hide the pain and exhaustion.  Just so I can have four days a week where I feel normal.  Well as normal as you can be with chronic pain.  I often think how much harder my life would be without hubby. He is the one that keeps me going not just by helping me physically but mentally too. I am absolutely petrified of anything happening to him.  Our life is so finally balanced managing my CRPS and Fibromyalgia it would only take something small for the table to tip and everything to come crashing down around our ears.  Life is so so fragile, so unpredictable and so very short and I pray each and every day for equilibrium to be maintained at the very least.

A strictly come dancing style night to raise money for the Northern Ireland Hospice

Do you like strictly? Are you willing to give to a good cause? The Northern Ireland Hospice!  Then read on.

Nicola and David are two lovely people that I work with.  They, along with several other dancing couples from work, have put in tons of hard work and dedication over the last 8 or so weeks in their own time to learn 2 dances for a night of strictly style entertainment for charity – the northern Ireland hospice.  Some have even endured injuries and humiliation, spotty dog David being one that has endured both!

All of this hard work is in aid of raising money towards funding a bedroom in the new purpose built hospice due to open in May 2016.  The race is now on to generate the remaining 1.5 million needed to complete the project.

I will be supporting Nicola and David on the night.  Why not support them today by donating to their just giving page and spreading this blog so your friends can donate too.

If they don’t win the dance competition, let’s make them the couple that raises the most money!

Click here to visit their Just Giving page

Please give generously

PS to all the other dancers you are all fantastic!

Want to know more about the Northern Ireland Hospice then click here

MY TALL SHIPS RACE JOURNAL DAY 8 – (11/07/2015) – Sunshine, oil rigs and making sense of spaghetti!

This is the last entry I have to make using my phone to record my journal.  The sea sickness is subsiding and I am beginning to feel I can go back to writing my journal in my penguin pad.  It is a great feeling when sea sickness subsides, you suddenly feel normal again and wonder how you survived the days you did with feeling so sick.  The woozy head has gone, the constant nauseous feeling has gone, and I am feeling so much better.  The recording today started with this conversation between me and hubby

Me – “I can’t remember what we did today.  What did we do today?”

Hubby – “What did we do today!  Got up.  Went out set some sails.  Had breakfast.  Set more sails.  Came back, had a talk.  Had dinner.  Went on watch.  Did some shopping. Came back to the cabin”

Me – “There you go, you summed it up nicely I don’t need to do my blog now!”

I still had to do my blog though, the journal would not have been complete with so little information in it.  So I continued to record the following on my phone. Continue reading