Sea Day 1 started here:
Here, in the shower. But more specifically, here on the shower floor. See that little bath mat? See all those marble tiles on the shower floor not covered by the bath mat? Did you know even a tiny bit of soap from your body + a tiny bit of your foot off the tiny little floor mat will make you slip? Slip and fall hard? Oh, yeah. And that water that went every where on the marble bathroom will make it impossible to get up on your own without slipping again? See that red pull cord? You’ll then have to pull it for someone from the ship to come help you. You’ll be naked and wet and embarrassed beyond belief.
And then you’ll wind up filling out one of these…
And you’ll wind up here with an IV of pain medicine in your arms and pills to pop…
while you are interviewed by a male security officer who asks questions requiring you to share the most intimate details of exactly which body part you were washing when it happened. (And “privates” wasn’t a specific enough answer for him.)
So plenty of ice and pills and more pills has laid me up for two full sea days. No leaving the cabin but for medical appointment. At least the view from my bed on both days were good ones.
There have been a couple crew members who have been helpful during this time, but otherwise I’ve been caught up in a quagmire of excuses and inaction by other personnel that has left me questioning whether I really want to spend 120 days on another Princess ship this summer. It has been a disappointing and frustrating experience. Let’s hope things get better!
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