Traveling with Crohn’s Disease is a lesson in patience, and timing.

Am I sad I missed two, three hour plus long boat trips with my wife and kids? Yes, yes I am, but the carnage I dealt to the bathroom said I made the correct choice to stay in and be within ten steps of the can the whole time. Having to pee off of a moving boat is one thing, but the guttural machinations of my innards are best left away from spectators eyes. It’s not a team sport, and I don’t need cheerleaders. Although on our last day I did get out to swim in the ocean and have an hour long ride with the family. I burned my legs and hands, obviously, but had a good time. Seas were a little rough going but I managed to not get seasick. Lovely! The aquamarine colour was to die for. A big expanse of nearly cloudless sky overhead, and salty sea waves to float in with my children. Next time we will try snorkel masks and breathers and attempt to skulk around a small reef to look at some fish.

I’m glad I had the time to wait for a better opening on the boat trips, so I didn’t have to forgo all of them. I had bought some fresh Twisted Tea, but could drink only one of the twelve. If my guts are in a better mood next visit I can try my hand at one or two more. I wanted a six pack, as that feels more manageable to me. But no glass on the pool deck, so the larger can assortment it was! I should have stuck with the original or just half & half’s, as the raspberry was not to my liking. Live and learn.

I was able to swim a fair bit atleast. Knowing there are clean toilets all throughout the grounds makes it easier to go and do something for an hour without worrying about having to run all the way back to my room to avert a crisis. Ha. I run to my room while it runs down my leg. And what a glorious couple of runners we are. Argh!

It was 16°C here the day we came home but it is now 2-5°C and rainy. Gotta love it. I’ve gone grocery shopping, and answered a few emails, and done a little work today. Off to a good start. Take care out there. Ciao Bella!

Getting a little overzealous with these berries my good bitch!

Thought we could swing it in two days, but this patch absolutely requires a third visit to remove all of these gods be damned thistles and stinging nettles. Holy shit are there a lot of these little bastards. The straw bedding seems to bring all the prickles to the yard, huh. My gloves are only so good at keeping that nasty shit from getting embedded in my hands. Good rule of thumb for pulling thorny stuff is to grab it as close to the ground where there are fewer stingy bits, and pull it out with the roots attached. After a rainfall is best. Ground is pliable. Still sting you though, so not foolproof by any means. Cover your arms in sleeves too. That itchy shit will get you, and ruin your morning. Going to need to steel myself to go back for a third time to finish the job. There’s just so many in such a small patch left to go. Ugh. My Crocs aren’t so good at keeping those thorns from jabbing my feet either. Handy for quick clean up, but offer little to no protection at all. Full boots seem like a bit much for this job.

Delayed onset of muscle soreness.

Is definitely unpleasant. I find it in my quads, hamstrings and lats more than anywhere else on my body. Excepting maybe my abs if I get into the flow of doing situps or crunches, which I’ll admit, is rare. Sore thighs make sleeping on a hard mattress a bit of a bitch. Hate using a roller to break down those fibres but I just might have too. Blargh! That or lather in some A535 and put my feet up. No good deed goes unpunished. Take care of yourselves out there. Ciao Bella!