I hit the wall Tuesday, hard, after being on watch Monday morning from 6 a.m. to noon and again from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. I awoke feeling groggy, tired and grumpy. The fast-paced drizzle, gray and cold skies didn't help matters much. It only feeds into this feeling of isolation.
The bad weather has returned. If our sailboat were a pinball machine, we would have been on full tilt days ago. Right now, as I write, we are stuck on the port side (left) doing just more than 6 knots in 30 plus knots winds. Both my thighs show battle wounds with a patch of bruises on both sides. On my last watch, I took at least 10 waves in the face with my entire outerwear outfit soaked. At least I didn't get washed across the deck again.
Sleep has not come easy on this trip. I'm lucky if I get five hours of sleep a night. I'm pretty much hungry at all times, and the water at times tastes like a mix between salt water and sulfur. It's 11:45 p.m. right now, and I am back on watch from 2 to 6 a.m. which makes me cringe just thinking about it. It's been two days since I have showered and my smell is more than ripe. After awhile, showering and using the toilet while trying to stay upright in the stormy seas gets tiresome.