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 that my chicken had gone bad 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. Just image me still paddling to keep upright, and absolutely fire hosing all over the front of my boat. It was in my deck lines, my spray deck loop, in between my pfd and drysuit - just everywhere. I'm so glad no boats saw me, or heard the sounds I was making for all matter.
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.
