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s/v Kaimu Wharram Catamaran

Vessel Name: Kaimu
Vessel Make/Model: Wharram Custom
Hailing Port: Norwalk, CT
Crew: Andy and the Kaimu Crew
About: Sailors in the Baltimore, Annapolis, DC area.
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03 October 2023 | Alice B. Tawes, McReady Pavilion, Crisfield, Maryland Eastern Shore
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01 March 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Dinghy Alternative Seats

The rain event was more wind than rain, strong winds with gusts up to 44 mph. We drove into town to see what the harbor was like. There was a small sailboat that had dragged anchor and was sitting close to shore. The tide was out. We left and played with Bleu at Notter’s Pond.

23 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Inside Seams

Day two of the dinghy build started out with me finishing wiring the hull bottoms together on the centerline of the bottom panels. This was much easier than the wiring of the chine edges of the bottom panels and the side panels.

15 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Dinghy Day One

A Wharram Pahi 26 had been anchored in the river nearby the boatyard and was hauled out with the travel lift. I went around to look at it and talked to the owner couple. I was surprised that it had been built in Martinique in 1988. The boat is more than 30 years old.

11 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Redux

The inflatable (deflatable) dinghy I had bought was deteriorating. It had bottom seams separating. It is a West Marine branded dinghy made out of PVC. HH66 is the adhesive to reattach the seams. A friend had a similar problem and bought the same adhesive. I was waiting to hear from him how it worked [...]

06 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

The Clincher

We decided to go to Amelia Island for the day, probably to the beach. Our plan to cycle around on the Raleigh 20’s seemed like a bad idea, Bleu can’t keep up with a bicycle for very long and when he quits he quits. So we would walk, where?, Fort Clinch State Park. She has a forever pass for Florida [...]

26 January 2024 | St. Marys, GA

Zen and Bike Maintenance

Eloisa rolled into the boatyard after a long drive down from the mountains. It was getting cold and isolated up there. I had a nasty toothache and we went to Southern River Walk. Bleu, her black American cocker was showing a bit of plumpness. I had had a sandwich and some wine already, so I didn’t [...]

Therapists Unite!

03 October 2023 | Alice B. Tawes, McReady Pavilion, Crisfield, Maryland Eastern Shore
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
The lack of a simple knife to cut my tiny waffle portion led me to steal a knife from a later meal and hoard it on my bedside table along with leftover tartar sauce and a few catsup serving packets. Yes, a dinner of fish and chips came without a knife or condiments, just a portion of fried fish and some fries. My complaints to nursing staff sympathetic allies got me the tartar sauce and catsup packets.
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Most of the food was good quality, edible, but not especially nutritious. No salads, no fresh fruit, meats were overdone, a lot of the food was carb heavy. A typical food tray would have a packet of pepper, one of salt, and four packets of sugar. All the food was overly salted.
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I used a walker to get around which mostly consisted of going from bed to bathroom, 12 feet or so. Physical Therapy was learning how to not cause any damage to my surgery, especially for the 1-4 initial critical days after surgery. Occupational Therapy was learning how to put on clothing when the right leg was out of commission. The pain medications made it possible to breeze through the therapy exercises, but the exercises resulted in more pain.
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I was suspicious of what medications were actually being brought to me. The timing was strange. There was no explanation, just here are your pills and some water. A daily tummy injection was necessary to help prevent blood clots. I had complained about soreness in my “hamstring” thigh muscle and asked the doctor if it could be blood clots. Later I learned the muscle is properly called the sartorius and pain is probably the result of post operative repositioning and equalization. A wrist injection was a test for TB. Blood tests were daily. I remarked about being a pincushion.
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It seemed every morning I would awaken at around 3AM, awakened by pain which increased until I finally asked for more pain medication. After the meds kicked in it seemed like it must be time for my usual meds and supplements, and breakfast. Hard to get back to sleep right away, and the meds and breakfast were much later, there was no catching up on sleep.
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The problem was sussed out. The different pain meds had different lengths of effectiveness, so having tylenol and oxycodone at 9PM, for instance, resulted in the stronger narcotic pain relief to only last about 4 hours, thus I was awakened after 1AM, usually around 2 or 3 AM, by pain. If I had tylenol and tramidol it would be about an hour later that I would wake up. The staff didn’t want to give narcotics endlessly.
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I met the father of my room mate who said his son suffered from cerebral palsy since about age 3 and never learned to talk and needed assistance with just about everything. He surprised me by operating his wheelchair by himself. The staff would use a crane to pick him up to get him to his wheelchair and back to bed. He did not stay in bed all day but found a location in his wheelchair out on the 2nd floor, usually preferring a sunlit area. All the nurses doted on him.
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Sunday Night Football was to be the Jets versus the reigning Super Bowl champs, the Chiefs. It was on NBC which for some reason was not available on my TV. Instead of the predicted blow out by the champs, it was tied at 20-20 until late in the game and the Chiefs won by a field goal. It was a good football game to watch. I was able to review it later on YouTube, at least the highlights. Damn refs.
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The physical therapy trainer came and took me down to the 1st floor PT room where there were several aids to recovery. I took the fake stairway up and down and walked with a cane between parallel bars with a mirror at the end, so I could see my stance and gait. I had already used a cane for a few months and thankfully was using correct technique, so that shortened that part of the session. We took a walk outside in the pleasant afternoon, using the handicapped ramp, then went back inside and I walked with the cane on mats. Each exercise was planned to strengthen some part of my hip and leg. The trainer ended the session saying I had done enough for one day. We returned to my room, me using the cane.
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Once I was back I felt like taking a nap and maybe further catching up on sleep. The occupational therapist arrived to take me back out for a session at her gym on the 3rd floor. My hip had tightened up somewhat and before we got to the gym I said I couldn’t do it. We sat for a bit and I returned to the room. Boy is this going to hurt tomorrow.
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Monday Night Football was scheduled with the NY Giants facing the Seattle Seahawks. What a horrible game. Penalties, mishandling of the ball, it seemed like anything the Giants tried failed, and if they didn’t try anything they would suffer too. They resorted to dirty play and injured the Seattle quarterback while pushing him out of bounds. Legal play? I did not watch the rest of the game.
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The nurse came by with my evening meds including pain meds. I recognized her as the one who suggested prune juice when I was so constipated a couple days ago. She asked if I wanted juice again. Sure, why not?
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I slept well but awoke with an urge to go to the bathroom. Indeed, the prune juice proved to be the strongest laxative. Afterwards I resumed writing at night on the laptop, which was effective as pain relief. My usual request at about 3AM for pain meds wasn’t necessary, but at about 4:30 I gave in and asked.
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I awoke about 7:30 and did not feel stiff or achy. Today would be the end of week 1 at the facility. Breakfast was Corned Beef Hash with an egg. Edible. Slow morning. Physical therapist came by, not the usual, she insisted on bringing the wheelchair along. I tried to tell her what I had accomplished the day before. She seemed stuck on her routine which made no sense. She was going on and on about things I had already been well versed by the previous trainer the day before. You’re MANSPLAINING, I said. That did the trick. My goal was to be able to walk 200-300 feet at a time with the cane. If we were on the dock that would get me to the parking lot, or back.
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We went downstairs to the PT gym, again, she pushing the wheelchair, me walking with the cane. She seemed concerned about how much I was doing just a week after surgery. We continued to a second gym. That’s at least 300 feet, she said. I exercised on a balance board and on a trampoline doing what I was told to do. I didn’t feel my pain level was even half way up the chart. Great.
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We returned to the room and lunch arrived. Fish and Chips with Ice Cream Cake. This time I had proper utensils and two packets of tartar sauce. The image is of that dish.
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