I have a confession to make. Two weeks ago I did something on my boat that resulted in a broken rib
and I have only myself to blame.
I took out 20 litres of fresh water
to top up the water
tank. Lifted the floor hatch
and undid the tank cover and let the water drain from the container into the tank. The hatch
it right at the bottom of the stairs into the saloon
. When the container of water emptied I took it topside and then placed it in the dinghy
. Raised the main and mizzen sails
and threw the boom covers into the cockpit
, started the engine
and left the mooring
and motored slowly into the channel of the bay and out into the main channel towards the Gladesville Bridge in Sydney
The boom covers needed to be put down below so I grabbed them in my arms and when I was well clear of things I backed down the stairs, stepping off the second from the bottom step straight through the hatch and straight through the open tank cover. My leg descended into the water tank to my knee and I fell onto the sharp edge of one of the seats breaking a rib
(though I didn't know this till later).
So... there I was... the boat was motoring in the channel. I was stuck with my leg in the water tank. For a few moments I had no idea what had happened and then realised the gravity of the situation. I pulled myself up and tried to extricate my foot from the water tank to find that it was stuck because the shoe that went in so easily would not come out. I knew that I had hurt my back but I had to get back topside so I just bent my ankle and ripped my foot out... The shoe came off and I was free. I rushed back topside in a panic to see what expensive fibreglass I was about to collide with. What seemed to take an eternity below must have been only 20-30 seconds. I put the boat back on course, put the autopilot
on and went below to cover my stupidity and retrieve my shoe which was actually floating in the tank.
Having regained control and composure I then felt a little pain and decided that a glass of comforting and numbing spirits would be in order... for medicinal purposes. There was little wind
so I motor
sailed for a while. One glass of spirits worked well and three worked even better.
It wasn't till I had to row back to the beach and lift
onto its rack that I really felt the pain. A visit to the doctor and an xray revealed a broken rib in my back.
So... you can imagine how dumb I felt and the painful rib has reminded me of my momentary lapse of reason for the past fortnight.