The horror of my situation continues but I’m not in any imminent danger of death. We had some potassium Iodide on board which I’ve started taking for the radiation. They seem to think it should work a bit, but unless they can show me how to fix the leak I’ll be screwed regardless. I shoved a probe down a maintenance tube today and they saw some pictures, took some readings, that sort of thing, so waiting on that.
Deep Space John. Getting Deep. In Space.
Emergency comms channel has been active today.
Let me start with the good news. The alarm is finally off. I cannot describe what a relief this is.
I’ve decided to renounce my British citizenship. And my earth citizenship for that matter. I’ll take my patriotism with me in all senses.
Let me go back then to how I ended up here and I’ll set the record a little straighter.
Space sick today. I’ve heard about it a little, we covered it in training and prep. Apparently quite common to feel queasy and feel like you’re falling backwards. Throw is a bit of intense vomiting (very cleverly aimed in to the waste bin, you’re welcome ants) and feeling exhausted I gave up on my chores and exercises, put on the most comfy of my comfy clothing (this is a 24/7 pyjama party so getting in to something even more comforting requires a concerted effort) and I pitched down for the day in the rec area until the nausea passed with headphones on and the white noise of summery glades playing.
Another day in space. The course correction remains unexplained, which I do find ominous, but as NO ONE IS RESPONDING with any details what can I do but accept it all, and besides, we appear to have stopped changing direction now which is something, although all telementry seems to suggest we’re pointing in much the same direction, at much the same speed, with much the same nothingness ahead.
Well, we had some drama today.
Drama 1. Course correction.
