Tis the Day Before Christmas and all Through the Boat...

...comes the cursing of the typist screwing up with her left handed typing. yep..that!

JUST SO YU KNOW WHY THIS IS HAPPENING...oopss..caps lock, sorry!!!

Its not a large cast, as catsa go...casts, thst is,,..but since the swelling went down, it feels huge.


We got our marching orders on last Friday afternoon ar 2 mins to 5pm, that we have to be in the srygical waiting rm at 4.45AM!1 yes, you read that right...for a 7am lift-off. off the guerney onto the surgery table, that is.

I'm not sure how much sllep Waz and I got between 10pm and 4am, but it was all go when the 3 or was that 4 alarms went off, one after tother.

Waz had spent some time tring to find s breakfast joint that opens early, so he could eat while I went under the knife. Einstein Bros Bagels open at six and are within walking distance of St Vincents Hospo.

I love that time, on the surgery table, when the safety strap goes across your abdomen, rhe Anaesthetist put the oxygen mask on your face and tells yu to take DEEP breaths, and the you sink masterfully into oblivion...especially when you haven't had much sleep!

I don't enjoy the waiting, anseering the samrv64 questions GAIN and again...oops...
but I LOVE when they cover you with the heated blankets! if you have to be cut up, you may as well get some pleasure out of the whole experience!
Blood pressure   136/72...not bad going in for a restructuring!

Surgeon appears in scrubs with a pen in hand..marks me up where he is going to cut, rexplains it to me again, 4 which I am grateful..helps to reinforce why I am going thru all thid.

I know I will have lots of pain....Been there so many times with this right hand/wrist. just relax, let it go, look for the rainbows, and deal with it on the other side.

Soo..on the early morning of the 21st SDecember, I had my wrist slit..Carpel Tunnel pain be gone, and a bone taken out of the thumb and the joint cleaned out of all the arthritis. Put some stitches in and bingo! all done.

It is now Boxing Day, the day after Christmas. We woke jut after 7am...Me? Clear headed after a night free of any kind of drugs.1st night without, but the 2 days prior, I had been drug free. Today is day 6, if you include the day or the surgery, so I feel pretty good about the absence of any meds.

We had a quiet day yesterday, Christmas day. It is nothing without the next generation,and we are sorry we couldn't be with our Grandbaby and his parents and my ypoungest son for the day. This surgery has taken precedence for good reason,.....There is never a good time to go under thae knife, other than you get tired of being in constant pain. It wears you down and makes you old, In my opinion.
I am happy to report that I can now walk more than a mile on my new hip and feeling more secure on that leg, by the day.

We have much to be grateful for, and our friends Pam and Stephen on Dock A invited us to sweet nibbles and a wine at 5pm...They are pulling the blinds down on their 7 years aboard, with an agreement of sale on their DeFever 49, reluctantly, but there are other things in the works for them, now.


We have been enjoying the 80+F weather for the past week, and taking the opportunity to sit on the back of the fly deck with a coffee and do some peddling. This is my view of the Ortega River from the Fly Deck.

Waz in the Galley chopping all the veg for our Chicken Veg soup with barley and split peas. It is nice to have a meal ready to eat, in the fridge, and we both love hearty soups. The results of his labor was delish~!

We don't go far from home, with the exception, the day before surgery, of a trip to St Augustine with our Kiwi friends Enid and Richard, a few boats down the dock. The lads wanted to go to the Mariner's Exchange...Richard had a credit he needed to use, and Waz is on a quest for some part or other that he doesn't seem able to source.
Enid and I enjoyed a cup of tea together while our menfolk rummaged. We ate lunch together at the nearby Metro Diner, which was pretty good, and then we left for home. None of us felt light battling the gazillion tourists in the Old Town for either parking spots, or space on the sidewalk. The city of St Augustine is well known for its Christmas lights display and the resulting traffic is another good reason not to be there.

It is 8.30am, and time to eat something. Coffee has been consumed and it is time to get some clothes on and out the door for a morning walk before the heat really sets in.
Ciao for now, and Merry Christmas, a day late!