Dear Logbook, tenth day of the first trip.
Yesterday after the walk, which I can say that I really enjoyed nature on, we returned to a routine that will be the general tonic of the days on land without crossings. That is, take a walk, get home and prepare food to eat, administer the fluids to my abdomen; rest until the arrival of the little sailors, help them if necessary with their homework, take food, etc. until dinner time comes and then go to sleep.
Yesterday, the novelty that I will have 4 days out of 21 was presented. This is to add another subcutaneous liquid in addition to the one I was already applying. The daily one is so that my precious red liquid will not thicken, and this new one is so that my little body will be stimulated to generate more defenses. Both liquids and pills received during the crossings cause the blood to deteriorate. Hence, the walks make the body oxygenate and they also help that regeneration task. This is a vital thing, as the crew members tell me and insist. In moments when so many liquids are applied, the more active one is, the better it is. In this way, your body improves and so does your mind, which is vital in long processes. So taking advantage of the current forces, we will listen to them.
Tonight is somewhat longer than usual, as my “friend” insomnia is back with me. I believe that it will be a travel companion during this process of days of sea and land. Let’s be patience, as some people say.
Today has dawned cloudy and it threatens drizzle. This does not prevent us from taking the usual walk.
As I have woken up early, I have made some foods different to the daily ones for the little sailors Martin and Gadea.
Thinking about the walk, I proceed to change clothes to head for other areas of land and islands where you can visit new corners. During the walk I continue to take food in order to keep with energy, which makes the walk more bearable, stopping where it is necessary and enjoying the landscape and the local people. They are both completely different from those of my homeland. That land, for those who do not know, is Valladolid. Land of good serious people. I say I am from dry land, because my land is like that. Land that was a part of Castilla La Vieja in the past. A place of great seas of cereal cultivation.
And the walk is coming to an end with areas visited different to the ones yesterday. I keep repeating the routine of eating, resting, nourishing the soul with readings and beginning “projects” that consist of trying to make three-dimensional digital models of various objects. In short, things that help time pass in a more agile way.
And dear Diary, I think it is enough for today. Tomorrow is Thursday, and I expect the arrival of the crew that always visits on Thursdays at home to take blood samples and accompany me for a while. That is the day when they bring me potions if necessary or we talk about how I am. I will tell you how today ends and how the morning passes tomorrow.