Monday, May 27th, 2002
Allison and the Mystery
Saint Maarten, Netherlands Antilles
After Gus left, we had less than a week
before my friend Amie arrived for a short visit, and then
only a few days after that before we left the safety of our
dock for good, and started to head south for hurricane season.
There was a lot to do, so Curt and I both wanted to get things
squared away early and anticipated a busy week. Monday was
one of those days where you almost forget to eat, so when
I felt just exhausted by three in the afternoon, I didn't
give it a second thought. After futile efforts to push past
my sleepiness, I decided just to lay down for one of those
20 minute power naps. Somehow that 20 minute nap lasted until
8 the next morning, and not only didn't I feel rested, I actually
felt worse. My stomach was a mess, I had the chills even though
it was 85 degrees out, and just moving from one end of the
boat to the other exhausted me. Curt was still working away
on his last boat "to-dos" and I was feeling guilty
for not pulling my weight. Well, when by Wednesday I still
wasn't feeling better, I decided to see a doctor.
Dr. Johan SomethingorotherDutch at the Simpson
Bay Medical Clinic was nice enough. He thought it could be
a number of things. He thought blood work was a good idea
as medical care was a bit shaky between here and Grenada and
we had plans to leave so soon. Actually, to be more correct,
he said the healthcare is just fine in Martinique and Guadelupe
but that the French are such asses, I'd likely get so frustrated
dealing with them we'd end up making one long straight shot
for Grenada if we needed care.
So Curt drove me to the lab in Marigot (on
the French side of the island ironically enough). I was curious
as to what we'd fine and was presently surprised. The staff
was courteous and smiling. They were familiar and laughing
with some of the other patients. The facilities were clean,
and reminded me a bit of the healthcare center at my university.
They drew some blood and sent me on my way with a smile and
a thank you.
I suppose the story would be more interesting
if I ended up having some bizarre tropical illness, but alas-
no. The blood work came back negative and by Friday I was
feeling more back to my old self again. But I'm not quite
as fearsome of the medical care here.