If a companionway door falls on your foot while in the middle of the harbour, does anybody hear?
You betcha they do! I let out a blood curdling scream when the companionway door fell, the pointy corner edge down, landing between my second and third toe. The pain was excruciating, enough to pass out but I staggered to the settee and sat down to rip off my shoe and assess the damage. Momma was doing a one footed misery dance and saying fowl things and our poodles didn’t know what to do so all eight eyes, big and round, stared at me.
At first I was afraid to look. The pain was so intense surely there was blood and broken bones jutting out through the skin. I was surprised to find none of it but a purple egg began to grow as if watching a flower open in high speed photography. It stretched my skin until I thought it would burst and a bruise began fanning out in all directions, artistically painting my foot with shades of black and blue. Luckily we had ice on the boat so hubby created a facecloth pack and wrapped it around the area and I elevated it.
The scream that escaped my lips was ear piercing, not only for Gregg and the pups, but anyone sleeping on board a boat in the mooring field between Mahone Bay and Lunenburg. It was late, around midnight, we’d been out for a fun sail and lingered to put everything away and do the dishes. Basically I was finding things to do to stay on board. It’s difficult to get me off the boat, I love her beamy comfort that wraps me and holds me in her wooden womb. The salt sea air acts like a sleeping powder, zapping my energy so I was really tired when I dropped the door.
The fun now over, we locked up and prepared for home.I couldn’t get my sneaker on to get into the tender so I took out the lace and left it open to surround the bump. The shoe tongue pressed down a bit and by the time I got home the swelling had gone down 30%, possibly also squished by the pressure when Henri’s big feet stepped on it in the cramped tender. A few more cries echoed across the harbour, I’m sure they heard it on Tancook Island.
And then to add salt to the wound, when we got to shore we noticed the dome light was on in the car for the last eight hours. Now it was 1:00 am, I’m incapacitated and not able to walk the half mile to our house, every window on the street is in darkness so no help there, what is the chance the battery had enough juice to start the engine? We held our breath while it sputtered. You could tell it was hesitant in its weakened state, but she fired up and Hubby got old gimpy home.
I iced my foot again and elevated it while reclining on the sofa, where I found myself the following morning, covered sometime throughout the night with a blanket, thank-you hubby. I literally passed out, in a sleep so deep nothing stirred me until I’d filled the eight hour requirement. As my eyes fluttered open, my first thought was my foot and I pulled back the cover to peek. It had become a black and blue, mother-of-pearl, opalescent, golden rimmed hematoma. Almost pretty actually, like oil in a mud puddle. The bruising spread from the impact area, as far back as my ankle and covered the entire roof of my foot. At this point it fits in rather nicely with the rest of my boat bitten body but I can't complain, I've never had more fun!
You betcha they do! I let out a blood curdling scream when the companionway door fell, the pointy corner edge down, landing between my second and third toe. The pain was excruciating, enough to pass out but I staggered to the settee and sat down to rip off my shoe and assess the damage. Momma was doing a one footed misery dance and saying fowl things and our poodles didn’t know what to do so all eight eyes, big and round, stared at me.
At first I was afraid to look. The pain was so intense surely there was blood and broken bones jutting out through the skin. I was surprised to find none of it but a purple egg began to grow as if watching a flower open in high speed photography. It stretched my skin until I thought it would burst and a bruise began fanning out in all directions, artistically painting my foot with shades of black and blue. Luckily we had ice on the boat so hubby created a facecloth pack and wrapped it around the area and I elevated it.
The scream that escaped my lips was ear piercing, not only for Gregg and the pups, but anyone sleeping on board a boat in the mooring field between Mahone Bay and Lunenburg. It was late, around midnight, we’d been out for a fun sail and lingered to put everything away and do the dishes. Basically I was finding things to do to stay on board. It’s difficult to get me off the boat, I love her beamy comfort that wraps me and holds me in her wooden womb. The salt sea air acts like a sleeping powder, zapping my energy so I was really tired when I dropped the door.
The fun now over, we locked up and prepared for home.I couldn’t get my sneaker on to get into the tender so I took out the lace and left it open to surround the bump. The shoe tongue pressed down a bit and by the time I got home the swelling had gone down 30%, possibly also squished by the pressure when Henri’s big feet stepped on it in the cramped tender. A few more cries echoed across the harbour, I’m sure they heard it on Tancook Island.
And then to add salt to the wound, when we got to shore we noticed the dome light was on in the car for the last eight hours. Now it was 1:00 am, I’m incapacitated and not able to walk the half mile to our house, every window on the street is in darkness so no help there, what is the chance the battery had enough juice to start the engine? We held our breath while it sputtered. You could tell it was hesitant in its weakened state, but she fired up and Hubby got old gimpy home.
I iced my foot again and elevated it while reclining on the sofa, where I found myself the following morning, covered sometime throughout the night with a blanket, thank-you hubby. I literally passed out, in a sleep so deep nothing stirred me until I’d filled the eight hour requirement. As my eyes fluttered open, my first thought was my foot and I pulled back the cover to peek. It had become a black and blue, mother-of-pearl, opalescent, golden rimmed hematoma. Almost pretty actually, like oil in a mud puddle. The bruising spread from the impact area, as far back as my ankle and covered the entire roof of my foot. At this point it fits in rather nicely with the rest of my boat bitten body but I can't complain, I've never had more fun!
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