Saturday, July 10, 1993

I'm coughing less today but still feel extremely weak. Feel as if I could collapse in a heap on the floor and not be able to get up.
Moved the boat to a nicer and less expensive marina. (Not that I did much of anything.)
After lunch, we took a cab to the clinic. The doctor wants me to have a CAT scan at the hospital Monday. He also gave me some more pills.
When we got back to the boat, Roy went to the convenience store across the street and bought a pint of cherry vanilla ice cream. Boy, was it good!
The medicine is starting to do its thing. I'm coughing less and regaining my strength.
In the evening, two boats crashed into each other not far from here. We saw the Coast Guard towing one boat in and the ambulance coming. Two people died and a third is in critical condition.
After supper (cooked by Roy), I felt strong enough to go for a little stroll with him in the cool of evening. This is a more attractive area than I had realized. There are lots of restaurants, shops, and little parks. Across from our boat is a nice little beachlet where people swim.
That reminds me, in the middle of the afternoon, when Roy was gone somewhere and I was resting, I heard a loud banging. I immediately went outside and saw that the wind had shifted and was banging the boat against a corner of the dock and the end of my Royak against a piling. I tried to push the boat away from the dock so I could slip the flat fender between the hull and the dock, but of course I didn't have the strength. Fortunately, a young man came along and pushed the boat out while I tied the fender in place. Then he attached two lines from the stern to another piling and pulled the boat away from the piling my Royak was crashing against.