Not a happy sailor

The 5th of June

 

Today was not my day. 

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, already feeling grumpy. We had a sailing tour planned, and the weather was supposed to be clear and sunny. But it wasn’t. I spent the first half of the sail rugged up in blankets against the cold wind. Then I started to get sea sick, not too badly, but I kept expecting it to get worse. Which is not making me look forward to Croatia. Just when the sea sickness past, I started getting dreadful chest pains, that lead me stumbling, crying in pain, down to get some neurofen. I fell asleep in attempt to stop the pain. When I woke up we had arrived back at the dock. Unfortunately I did not overly appreciate the beauty of the sail – but Eleanor and Kara certainly did. I’m sure it all sounds much better from their perspective.

 

 

 

Just before I left for this trip, I had come to the conclusion that I am yeast intolerant, but planned to only do something about it when I returned. My symptoms over the last few days have been getting bad though, so I will now go on as low a yeast diet as I manage over here. Which is also supposed to mean no sugar or diary  for the first month of the diet, as sugar feeds the already present yeast. Attempting to avoid carbs, sugar, dairy and alcohol in Italy – this will be interesting. In a very non fun way. At least I’ll look alright in my bikini.

 

Apologies for the very uninteresting, negative post.