Just as I was thinking, that I didn't have any material for the blog (after all, the most exciting creatures on the boat yard are chickens and dogs), I heard a scream: "Nada, Nada!" I ran up onto the deck, and on the stern, where the scream was coming from. Polde was sitting there with his head leaning forward, blood running down his face, his clothing and then collecting in a paddle around him. There were two large slashes on the top of his head. I grabbed the boat's first aid, squeezed an antibiotic cream on the wound, piled a gauze on the top and a tight bandage over to stop the bleeding.
The boat yard worker Kelly drove us to the nearest medical center only a few blocks away from the boat yard.
We made a mistake coming in through the main instead the emergency entrance. We told the receptionist, what had happened and she calmed us down, saying: "It will be just a little while, the doctor is with the patient."
As we all know, a little while can be five minutes or a whole life. Don't we always say, that life is short? There was nobody in the waiting room, when we came in and we didn't know, that patients were waiting outside, preferring the shade of the tree over an air conditioned waiting room.
A little lady, neatly dressed in a baby blue dress came in and seeing my tears of fright, said to me: "Pray, God will help". But the line for the "God" was long and we didn't get our turn until four o'clock.
As modest and unimpressive the waiting room was, the emergency room shined with cleanliness, everybody, except Polde and me, dressed in light blue doctors' suits and caps. Young doctor stitched Polde's slashes, changing surgical gloves every time, he had to move away from the operating table. Two students observed his work.
The drama was over.
When we had our little ones on board, the only strickt rule was: no climbing on the dinghy davits, that also serve as a support for the solar panels and two airfoil blades for the wind generator.
Polde ignored the rule, stepped on davits for a small repair on them, when the gust turned the blades into the weapon. Fortunately the blades didn't damage his pritty face.
I am including the medical bill: The doctor's fee $18.50, x-ray $44.50, antibiotic and painkiller $5.40
Now, who is going to do the blue jobs?
