Projectile Rejection
August 11, Day 59.
Woke up still feeling unwell. I definitely have some sort of sinus problem, and fatigue. I tried to force down some breakfast of a hummus and chicken wrap from things I had but I just had no appetite. Dragging myself to get ready and pack the boat Matt and Conner saw me off and gave me words of encouragement. It wasn’t until I was just about to pass Inis Meáin (middle island) that my stomach started to turn and the suspicion I had that my chicken had gone off was right. My inner ear balance was off in the choppy sea, my face felt stuffy and congested and it was like I was seeing things through a distorted third person view. After some projectile rejection of my breakfast all over my spray deck, I washed it off and kept paddling. I knew if I gave in to exhaustion that I wouldn’t make it to Inis Mor where I know the place and feel comfortable there. Finally pushed through the windy chop to the bay, landed and collected my thoughts and how I was feeling physically. Maybe it was the tipping point of feeling ill when I ate that wrap because after it left my body I felt so much better. Like my head had cleared, I wasn’t very stuffy and the only thing that lingered was being annoyed with the wind whipping me around as I was unpacking my boat. When I used to live here I lived next to Grace and PJ who own Wattys pub on the island, and we had missed eachother while I was here for a couple of days. After feeling better I felt it would be nice to sleep inside and they were kind enough to have me. Had a tea, took a nap, woke up for food that they left me and back to sleep I went.
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