You are an amazing person Antje. Despite the last few days of S&D, then the stress of the MRI to be strong and fit enough to go in and scrape barnacles off the propellor. I can only admire your strength and good humour. Sounds as though you enjoyed the last part though. I assume the barnacle scraping of both the hull and the propellor would normally be done in a boatyard (out of the water) but, as MrsA2 says, there might be a potential job for you in that kind of work - if your arm and shoulder can stand up to it.
You make me blush, thank you!
Especially in light of not having been able to help my neighbours nearly as much as I wanted because of the pesky arm, I've been feeling quite useless during the past week with both of them saying there is nothing I can help them with every day, so yesterday and today were a welcome change in feeling competent and useful again!
I did learn today that the arm is worse than I thought, apparently I've gotten pretty good at compensating with things I do daily, on the ship I do different things so it's more noticable that it really doesn't work like it should.
As for being ill/not ill, I've learnt a useful lesson from small children and pets: Feel rubbish? Give into it. Feel better? Act on it, don't wait to see if the illness comes back. If it does it does, if it doesn't it doesn't, no need to wait until you're absolutely sure you're recovered to enjoy life again.
I'm definitely not making a career of scraping barnacles
@Annb and
@MrsA2 !

All fun once in a while, especially if it means saving the day by 'heroically' jumping in with a paint scraper, not so much if done in a dry dock, high pressure spraying the bottoms of ships all day.
Early day for the eye exam, eyes all good but wasn't worried about it. Turns out my last one was 3 years ago, should be every two years. The eye doctor and I weren't sure if this was due to them being behind or I having wriggled out of it last year with some excuse, he thought the former, I suspect the latter, knowing myself.
I left my car at the hospital and was picked up by my friend/skipper with time to kill so back to his home for a coffee.
For breakfast I raided his fridge and had cold meats and cheese, and a couple of cherry tomatoes. I love eating from someone elses fridge, it's a surprise what you'll find, and you get to eat things you usually dont.
The scattering of ashes was lovely, very nice people. Also very windy, ashes were truly scattered everywhere so right after my eyes had recovered from the eyedrops they were gritty again.

Skipper joined the group on the front deck because he was a friend of the deceased as well, I got to keep the ship steady on the spot right on the edge between the green buoys and the sandbank, making sure to keep the wind from the right side as well, I love that my skipper trusted me to do this for half an hour while they were busy, the currents are rather strong there.
I had the helm at this point so I spent two hours steering the ship back to the harbour in pretty strong winds and waves, slowly against the tide so he could socialise with the group. (Yes, a helm, not a steering wheel, despite the ship being over 20 meters long, see picture.)
At the harbour entrance he offered to take over again, well, no thanks, not now it gets interesting, as a deckhand you don't get to do harbour manoeuvres that often.
Bonus point for him, he didn't object and didn't offer unsolicited advice on how to get the ship where it needed to be, no matter that right when we entered the harbour the wind picked up and it started raining like someone upended a bucket, and he didn't comment on me suddenly munching away on a (delicious) ham and cheese croissant from our guests that I had saved in case of diabetic need.
He knows enough about diabetes to know about hypos, but obviously trusts me to know what I'm doing, no questions asked.
We were invited for a drink and bitterballen by the group at the same place we were yesterday, all drenched. I only had three today instead of yesterdays seven, but I didn't get to prebolus this time so a quick spike.
No problem, I skipped my morning swim, so after saying goodbye to the group it was back to the ship for a rough swim in the harbour in the pouring rain to give the insulin a bit of a kickstart and I was back at 5.2 right after.

No need for a swimming suit because there was absolutely no-one on the usually busy harbour in this weather, no need for a towel because I only had my soaked clothes to put back on after swimming anyway.
LC sandwich for an evening meal, I'm tired. Will have some chicory and hummus before bed, and I'll get to sleep late tomorrow!
Skipper Ray on the helm:
And right after getting back, drenched to my underwear but very content:
