|George is fitted with his boot - Not Good.|
Last week we went to the specialist in Rockhampton hoping that the skipper's tendon injury wasn't as bad as originally thought ... as we rode the 40 minutes or so there was a real feeling that things were going to take a favourable turn. But, after 10 minutes with the specialist, this "up" feeling was quickly squashed as he told George surgery should have happened in Cairns and, unfortunately, now it was too late. Scar tissue had already formed where there should be new growing tendon - and the fact that the Captain was walking on his cast hadn't helped matters. We both sat in stunned silence as the doctor told George he may always have a lazy foot but - as long as he didn't want to be a runner - he could live with it just fine ... IF, he kept the foot in a special position for the next 7 weeks! I think the seriousness of the injury finally sunk in. Georgio was then sent to a physio to be fitted with a special boot which has risers in the heel to keep his foot at an angle allowing the tendon/scar tissue to attach. At least he can walk on it - a bit - but because its uneven with his other foot it means going any short distance can be painful.
George was pretty depressed on the return trip from Rockhampton. He's been on the boat since May 2 and does NOT want to leave her behind. He was very quiet for a day or two and getting him to discuss the next steps was impossible. But, as usual, he finally came around.
Now we're going home. The skipper realises its just going to be too hard to try to keep the boat going south. We'll leave the boat here in the marina until mid-December. I'm glad - but I do wish we weren't going home under these circumstances. We've moved in with Brian and Megan for the week with our flight to Sydney booked for Saturday. I'll be in my home by 6pm next Saturday night! Yippee!
Good Times with Good Friends
The upside of all this has certainly been the time we're spending with Brian and Megan. Last night we drank the bottle of champagne I had set aside to be our "arriving back in Australia" celebratory bottle. With all the running to the hospital and living with George's cast in Cairns we never had a chance to commemorate arriving back in Australia properly.
|The moon was full and we shared a howl or two.|
|The group "howl" was particularly funny.|
I can't wait to see Miss Molly, our dog, again .. soon.