We found the tour guide and told her about the situations. She said we had better go directly to the ship's hospital instead of going on the 4 hour tour of Punta Arenas, lunch and the museum. After the guide made a few phone calls and transfer arrangements, we were whisked off to the ship.

Once on board we were asked for our cabin #, which was 423, the upgraded cabin we were given. They couldn't find our name with that number. But, they found our name with cabin #511. (We had been upgraded the 3rd time to the 5th deck. I'll tell you about this cabin later.) The cabin supervisor took us to our cabin and said he would send the nurse to our cabin.

The nurse soon came. I think she was German. She tried taking Peggie's blood pressure and couldn't get the thing to work. Said it was broken and went and got another. After trying repeatedly, she said it was broken, too. I told her I had one like that, to let me try. Here she was turning the screw the wrong way!!! (Not a real confidence builder.)

The nurse told us the Dr. was not on board, yet; that she would send him as soon as he got there. The four hours slipped by and the group was beginning to board. Peggie was not improving and I was beginning to panic. I did not want her to be on the high seas without knowing what her problem was. To me, she had the symptoms of a heart attack and I had visions of spending our adventure in a Punta Arenas hospital. So I proceeded to search for this doctor myself. As I was passing a small group of people, I heard someone say, "This is the ships doctor." I interrupted and told him about Peggie and wanted him to rule out a heart attach before we sailed. (During the conversation, I found out he had been aboard most of the time.) THAT NURSE!! He said to meet him in the hospital in 15 minutes.

I relayed the message to Peggie and added, "Boy, is he yummy." "And young." Peggie about had a heart attack right then.

Dr. Yummy took an EKG after he and the nurse made a search to find all the parts and equipment. (This was his first time as the ship's doctor.) Peggie's heart was in good shape. THANK GOD!! The diagnosis was inflammation and spasms of the esophagus caused by lifting the luggage, no doubt. It mimics a heart attack. Doc said he had a similar experience and weight lifters often get it. It would clear up by itself in a few days. WHAT A RELIEF!!. We ate dinner as we set sail through the Strait of Magellan to the Falkland Islands.

INSTALLMENT #4 another day. Sarah

P. S. Later, when talking with a small group, the geologist said, "No doctor should be that good looking."