The Long Journey – a diary

Dec 10th
Totally sea sick, like couldn’t hold up my head, really puke-a-rama sick! I had to drink water so I had something to throw up. My throat hurts. I couldn’t do my (night) shift. Very tired.
On my first shift, asked for a bucket and held a course in between throwing up. I wanted to die. I wanted to go home. I took Dramamine? It didn’t work! Obviously. It was the worst ever sea sickness since we left the US. Then, lying in the cockpit trying to help Brian who was doing a double (his + my shift- 5 hours at the wheel - yikes), a wave picked us up and I levitated off the bench, then the boat rocked, like boats do, and I met it with my face & knee as it came up to greet me, & I came down smack on the floor of the cockpit. I bashed my temple on the threshold of the companionway. Yeah, it hurt, bad. As much as I would like to say that I toughed it out, well, I didn’t. I just started ralfing and crying.