Peewee’s Great Adventure

Jean’s long anticipated arrival was to be Sunday, so Capt Dave moved the boat from St Anne, Martinique to Ans Mitan.  The trip was uneventful save for the frequency of urination of Capt Dave. (CONCERNED PARENTS AND THE SQUEAMISH, IT GETS NO WORSE THAN THIS!)

St Lucia on our way home!

As day led into night, the condition worsened. By early morning it was intolerable, so Capt Dave tries the VHF radio; no help. Capt Dave heads over to the adjacent boat, a French Catamaran. The Capt is awakened and can help.  It turns out that he (Christian) has had maybe 15 similar episodes, has a cell phone, and a list of numbers to call.

Soon the bombiers (firefighters) are bouncing Captain Dave's butt and Peewee to an emergency room.

They run blood and urine tests and conclude that he has a bladder infection. A prescription is written and Capt Dave is released with the warning to return if the urine stops.

The urine stops, about 2 AM. Our luckless Capt heads next door to waken Christian once more.

Christian gets on the phone again and soon Captain Dave and Peewee find themselves at the best hospital in Martinique. A record (I'm sure) – 1.65L is removed from the much-relieved Capt Dave’s bladder. Peewee is less thrilled. Especially after the insertion of an endoscope about the diameter of a pencil. As an afterthought the 1.65 thing should be submitted to Guinness.

Enter Jean of Arc for her one week vacation from slaying perverted dragons or Corporate Giants (same thing). The vacation starts with a stranger (Christan) meeting her at the dock and giving her directions to the hospital. Jean soon arrives at the hospital to find a moaning Capt Dave and a devastated Peewee. Throughout the week, Jean engaged in enough battles to be considered for Sainthood, including several with the demon outboard. Finally, vacation finished, St Jean escorted Capt Dave and Peewee and Peewee's shame (catheter bag) back to Minneapolis.

More to follow someday.

Capt Dave and Peewee