Try imagining that movement in the night in a dirty pantry space without any outside reference and the sound of the creaking hull pounding on the waves. Then trying to stand up and reach the toilet and once there, the aiming problem...
Then once reaching the rig, at 2:00am getting picked up from the pitching deck and onto the rig using a personnel carrying crane. Those were the days... Glad I don't have to do this any more. I have the highest respect for the crews going through this for a living.
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