Friday in the Bay

IMG_6085 (2)It’s pretty sweet being in the bay on a beautiful evening.  Even if everyone is leaving us…

We’ve never been the one’s left behind, but we don’t care, we’re just happy to experience our lovely home on the water again and take in the sights, sounds and smells of marina life and the nature around us.

It’s a good time to enjoy our back yard again.  A kayak out with neighbor Susan did not disappoint!!  Wildlife was abundant and the evening light was perfect for capturing some of it.  Thank you friend.

Today the Skipper is testing out his legs but gets exhausted after a few errands in town.  He’s raring to go but the body says “SLOW.”   More rest and iron rich food will get you there.

So red meat in the cast iron skillet with tomatoe sauce… fajitas it is!!



Things come in threes…

Three left handed nurses in a row last week, three nurses called Sara this week, three averted disasters!!

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new digs back in Duncan


The Canada Day week started off with visits and treats from Kevin and Lynn, Keith and Brenda, and it’s so nice to see them all.  We think it’s just a matter of a few days now that the Skipper’s INR level is starting to come up and he’ll be home.

It all started late Tues night, Sideways Sally, being a bit of a night owl that she is, was winding down her day.  After a lovely visit in the evening with our good buddy DJ, most know him as JD on Day Dream and getting all up to date on Skipper to Skipper news,  SS returns to OMOO to find the carbon monoxide alarm beeping away at her.

Hmmm…. checking the setting, it’s low for any detection, but still detecting something.  It’s mystery as there’s no gas on, there’s nothing running like heaters etc and no reason for anything to set it off.  Sometimes these detectors beep at you if they are low on battery but it wasn’t that either.   After checking everything thoroughly and opening some hatches, SS hunkers down in the stern berth with her adrenaline pumping netfix show on Mexican drug cartels,  whaaaaat?? Doesn’t everybody watch something relaxing like this right before bed??

Well good thing I did.  Around 1 am when needing a visit to the head, the sniffer went off.  The smell of hot wires was just at my feet so I threw back the bedding and mattress to uncover the battery bank and there it was, the starter battery was frying itself.    Eeeuuuck,  and there’s acid bubbling onto the floor.  OK, call VIC!!   He’s over in a flash and disconnected the battery and helped slop up the acid and wash down the floor.  After we got it all sorted and thinking it’s all good, I went and made the bed up in the V-berth and by the time I checked on the stern berth I could still see smoke coming up from the battery.  Call VIC again, and he’s back quickly.  This time he took the whole damn thing out of the boat.  THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!  I luv my dock husband!!

The next day the Skipper is thanking our lucky stars  when I tell him what happened, since that could have ended up very badly.   Not only was he stuck in the hospital, but he might not have had a boat to come home to.   He instructed me to pull off the back of the motor cover and check for more acid  on the pan below all the hoses, which there was so I pour baking soda all over the place which sends up a sizzle as it neutralizes the acid.  More water, and let it sit.  WHEW!!

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So… Thursday comes along and things seem ok, our good friends Richard visit with the Skipper in the morning and Ken comes by in the afternoon with crib board in hand.  I leave them sitting outside at the picnic table to go run some errands.  I come back as Ken is leaving and I go up to see Hershey.  But something is wrong, he’s gone whacky doodle.

He couldn’t remember Richard visiting, and he couldn’t remember his nurse Sara #3’s name, and he said to me, “why are you here?”   When I tell him the sequence of the day and how I’d just met Ken as he was leaving, he started to get frightened.  His worse fear is that he’s having a stroke, although he’s hooked up to heparin and taking warfarin, which is all the reasons he’s there… to avoid a stroke.   So I ask him to lift up his arms, which he can, his face is not drooping, but he’s having trouble with the date, and still thinks he’s in Royal Jubilee in Victoria.

This is really weird cause the hallway bed is definitely not the room with the view, there isn’t even a window!!  So we call Sara over who tests his arm strength and neuro-vital signs which are all normal.  She calls Dr. Gisela (our most amazing primary care GP) who comes right over to do her assessment and orders labs and urine spec.  The whole time Hershey is holding my hand and asks  the same questions over and over, and I tell him each time the sequence of the day and reassure him he’s not having a stroke.  They test the urine,  OF COURSE THAT COMES BACK POSITIVE.  (He’s been sharing the bathroom with 8 other patients)  That’s the reason for the confusion, a urinary tract infection.  WHEW again!!  Stands to reason that this would all be very upsetting.  He relaxes with the news and later gets his dose of antibiotic.

Next day Hershey is all there again, and friends Dave and Beth visit while I make a mad dash to Vancouver to get some medical treatment from my ortho-spine team for my old lady back.  (I frickin luv steroid spinal epidurals)   Out with the tequila and salonpas, in with the new back.


Sideways Sally is ready for anything else that comes our way!!

Mostly thinking that’s gonna be a BIG WELCOME HOME PARTY for the Skipper any day now.

Thank you everybody for all the visits, calls and treats.   From the Skipper and SS – YOU ARE ALL AMAZING!!

Stayin’ Alive

So there’s a simple way of living, which is “stayin’ alive.”

The Skipper has kinda perfected this, “the last ten years have been a bonus.”  Whaaaat???  “Yes he says, everyday is a bonus.”

I know you may not believe me but this is the way he lives.  It kinda “simplifies” things…. is that a word?  No idea but I’ve been privilege  to this and it’s pretty sweet, cause nothing really gets too crazy and the thing called “perspective” really comes into play.

That’s a very important choice in life… perspective.  And it’s a choice, which is something no one can take away from you.  CHOICE on perspective… It’s the proverbial “glass half full or half empty.”

Everyday the tide is in, and it is out.  The bay is empty and it is full.  Nature is always real.  And we are part of it.  Alot of life is patience, waiting for things to fall into place.  So much of learning and growing involves knowing when to push hard and when to just wait.

I’m here in the belly of OMOO, who rises and falls daily on the tides.   And I am peaceful knowing that each moment and each day is a little bit of the rhythm of nature… on which the world rides.




Warfarin Wars


That does sound a bit dramatic, but getting the Docs on call over the long weekend, who are looking after a hospital bursting at it’s seams, to review what it is exactly we need is a bit of a challenge.

However, the new to us Doc that wanted to order too much warfarin for Hershey yesterday was open to having a chat with us before making his order for a jump on getting on with things.    So we calmly explain our concerns, and agree to meet him half way.  What we have learned from this whole process, is to ask questions and be cautious about what happens next.  What we do want is a slow increase to a therapeutic level of clotting, and not overshoot the mark  which would increase the chance of another bleed.

Along with living in a hallway bed, sleeping or not sleeping through all the noise, and competing for the washroom with six other patients, it’s somewhat of an exhausting circus.  The nurses are always in for a treat when they get Hershey for a patient, and we find out all about them…  so many stories.   Then there’s the other patients, like a very pleasant gentleman from one of the Gulf Islands, and how he’s played soccer for his Aboriginal community, travelling all over the world, including playing in Australia against the Indigenous soccer teams there.  It all becomes part of the experience.

It was nice to get out for a walk down to the benches outside and watch a hummingbird come for a drink in the fountain in front of us.  These days of warm sunshine and blue skies make it nice to take a break outside of the hospital.

Keeping our fingers crossed that these long legs will be home and comfy back on OMOO soon.




Happy Canada Day

Oh Canada, True North Strong and Free.  We are very proud and grateful to live in this  beautiful and peaceful country.  And this last month we are especially thankful for our medical system that saves lives every day.

Enjoy an amazing, healthy and peaceful Canada Day everyone!!



Well, we are back in home territory, and a weeeee bit closer to being home home.  Last night Hershey got moved to CDH (Duncan hospital) and was very happy about it.

We were still in the large spacious room in Victoria, with a private bathroom and a view when we came up with the idea that it was so big we could rent out some space on Air BnB.   We figured $200 was about right, especially cause of the view….  it did have a sofa bed (hehehe).

It is so wonderfully typical of the Skipper when I said, ” what good care you got in Victoria,” and his reply was, “I met so many nice people.”   Yes, nice people are everywhere when it comes to the Skipper.  Has nothing to do with the way he’s always interesting and interested, wink wink.  “Where are you from, who’s your parents, what’s your dog’s name?”

So, we’re about to start week 4 of the this medical adventure.    Right now it’s just a couple more days of getting the warfarin up to a therapeutic level so the heparin drip can be stopped then it’s back to OMOO to rest up and regain some strength.    Soon we’ll be back to this:  CAN’T WAIT!!!



in stitches

Do you know???  This is a favorite game of the skipper’s…  where  this phrase comes from?

What’s the origin of the phrase ‘In stitches‘?

To be in stitches is to be in such a paroxysm of laughter as to be in physical pain. The allusion implicit in the phrase is to that of a sharp pain – like being pricked with a needle. The phrase was first used by Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, 1602.

We are both doing stitches, not in stitches.  The stitch the Skipper had on the inside is doing the trick and he’s stable.   Hershey is still waiting for a transfer to Duncan but is comfortable in his quiet room in Victoria.   Sometimes things move slow but it does fall into place eventually.

Sideways Sally is back on OMOO for a day doing real stitching with a few projects on the list.  Stitching a new zipper in the front panels of the Dodger, and finishing the cover for our stern tie.  It’s always feels good to check something off the list.

As they say in hospitals, “Hurry up and wait.”



Wednesday with Raffie

We were a little bored today so we went shopping… in the hospital gift shop.  Which by the way is quite a nice shop for a hospital.  There was a giraffe there with Wendy’s name on it.  Wendy is Sideways Sally’s gran who will be two soon.  Wendy luvs giraffes, and since the Skipper has giraffe legs they are kinda the same!   We named the giraffe “Raffie.”

Another awesome thing we did today was go on the facebook page for Marfan Syndrome.  It is a collection of people with many different experiences, all Marfan related.  We learned of someone else who also has intestinal bleeding problems, and another person who is 70 with mostly spine and eye problems, but is the soul survivor  of a family of seven.    It is so comforting to hear other’s stories and receive many more words of encouragement, “Sail on Sailor” was a favorite.

Other than that, Hershey spent the day impersonating a pin cushion as the medical team continue to monitor hemoglobin levels and clotting rates of warfarin (INR).  It’s only a matter of time till he’s good to go, depending on therapeutic levels of INR.

Soooo….. here’s hoping for the best!!  from Raffe and friends everywhere.  We luv you Skipper and can’t wait till you’re home.