Noon. I’ve been throwing up once every hour since 9am.
Feeling absolutely miserable.
We entered the Drake Passage at midnight last night. I
thought I would be able to sleep through the crossing, but boy was I wrong. We
hit some 15 metre high waves, sending the boat rocking at 40 degree angles.
The coat hangers rattled in the wardrobe, our toiletries
banged about in the bathroom and anything that wasn’t secure rolled back and
forth along the carpet. It was pretty difficult to sleep.
4pm. Managed to drag myself out of bed to see the ship
doctor, and promptly threw up in his office. He gave me a seasickness patch and
some rectal pills that I’m trying to find the courage to apply. I can’t take
pills orally since I keep vomiting.
To bed now. Haven’t kept any food down since dinner last
night so feeling tired and lightheaded.
