| I woke up early and started my routine. I never
thought myself to be a man of routine, but finding it more and more important
in my daily life on board. A stretch, a "Good morning Saint Neptune", a morning
swim (if the weather allows it), brushing my teeth, washing my face, skin
cream, finish my journal of the day before, medical check up on the team, eat,
sleep, sit out on the deck, read, sit out on the bow, evening swim, skin cream,
computer update and then finally - out on deck in the evening - first catching
up with my Russian phrases with Anatoli - then to reach my main goal of the day
while I sit under the stars, listening to some music. Sending my daily "hello -
I am O.K." back to my loved ones with my satellite tracker. Last night, In a
dark sky and empty horizon - it is a pity that it is a one way device for I
would have loved to hear the same from them.
I walked by Goltis as I returned from my morning swim. He is still
sleeping. He looks like and an old man sleeping with his mouth slightly open.
As if admitted in a hospital ward. Waiting on the results of some cursing
diagnostic test. I hope that his physical decline slows down. We are only just
past the half way point and his physical condition far beyond half way to a
lifeless body. Constantin is also claiming that he is dizzy when he stands
upright this morning. I expected this weeks ago, but for my part I am "glad"
that the mornings are not answered as they used to be with an "excellent or a
"super" - hopefully this will make them
realize that their health is rapidly declining. Their defense systems breaking
down. Not just looking ill from the outside - buy starting to be sick on the
inside as well. Their blood glucose levels and blood pressure remains low.
Constantin's resting pulse rate dropping down to 46. His body's metabolism
slowing - conserving energy.
I have been nauseous for a few days now. I think it is because I am
constantly looking at the computer screen or busy reading a book. I have lost
my interest in the team and their starving mission. My comments not making a
difference wether they eat, drink or sleep. I will keep monitoring them, but
will not feel bad to eat in front of them anymore. This is their own decision.
1350 miles to Sambrero Island. |
