Dear Logbook, eleventh day of the first trip.
Well, yesterday finally I decided to change course on my walks. I approached the place where I worked to bring them the food that my little sailors tried for breakfast. My partners, who are my friends, tasted it very willingly and they did not leave anything. I will have to do more.
Then I did the usual morning tasks. That is to say, eat, rest, administration of subcutaneous fluids, who would tell me only 4 months ago, tidy up the house and give life to the brain by working a little.
Then some coworkers came to spend the afternoon. It would be unfair to call them just like that. They are friends with whom we share food coming from eastern lands. They call it Thailand. Unfortunately, being a weekday, the evening had to be shortened, but we could have been hours and hours enjoying that mutual and pleasant company.
Yesterday I also had to approach the post office. My God! My Family, friends and my school classmates, the ones that saw me grow, little, by the way, filled a lot of bags with messages. Family, Friends, colleagues, THANKS.
And like every day, it is dawning. It is true that each day it does later. A curious thing in these latitudes in comparison with my dear Spain is that now we lose daily minutes of light very fast.
Today starts predictably by accompanying the little sailor Gadea to her school. Then, I must tidy up the house and wait for the arrival of the ground crew so that they take the precious red liquid. Maybe we will talk about how I am and how to fight my “friend” and night partner, insomnia. And they may give me some more potion in the form of medicine.
Dear Diary, I would like to write some lines about the crew of the KS. Here on these lands, they just want you to step on the boat to receive liquids that alleviate or eradicate the disease and / or meet with the captains to talk about how the treatment is progressing. However, fluid withdrawals, receive potions in the form of pills, receive antibiotic injections, platelets or blood as well as talking and doing therapy, take place in your own home. They consider that doing so in your environment is better and less traumatic in everyday life, than going to the ship to draw blood, visit the chemist’s or go out to sea to receive treatments not contemplated. The land crew is ready day and night to be called and go to your house with their carriage in case of appearance of fever. This is something that relieves a lot, at least for me. That is why I can only dedicate words of gratitude to them. The same happens to the fact that the KS provides you a taxi at its expense to go and return from home to the port, attention and concern for people who have to face these voyages at sea and on land in hard times.
After the crew had left, we have prepared lunch, which in summary is usually a good ration of carbohydrates, vegetables and proteins. These days I am trying to move as much as my body can, following the instructions of the crew, but always listening to my body. Predictably days will come when I will not be able to walk those 6-7-8 km per day. Well, it will be seen over time. Meanwhile, let’s nourish the body and mind with oxygen, both vital on this long and hard walk.
And in the afternoon, nothing extraordinary. Tomorrow, my dear Diary, companion of fatigue, I will tell you how the day was. Surely there will be an exciting story, or not, which is worthy of being told here.