Here’s that follow up I mentioned yesterday:
I felt mostly good, strong, while doing that hike. It was AFTER the hike that the proverbial you-know-what was being flung wildly from a fan.
We decided to take a quick little trip up the mountain, by car. So, we were in nicely air conditioned air during a record breaking day for heat. All we wanted to do was pop up to Vista Point and then a local mountain community for a couple of hours of relaxation.
The highway to reach these places is a twisty, turny maze of switchbacks. It’s a narrow two lane road, with amazing views.
Apparently, we have found my kryptonite.
By the first switchback I was blacking out from dizziness, then the huge wave of nausea hit. By the time we reached the Vista Point (our first opportunity to turn around), I was done. I couldn’t even get out of the car for a while as my legs were rubber and my heart was pounding and I couldn’t seem to breathe.
This is new. I’ve always been a good traveller. Now, all of a sudden I am sick as a dog from mountain roads? Wow. Who am I?
So, I made it back down the hill on pure irritation. Instead of a pep talk, I was trash talking to my body: “This is intolerable. Completely unacceptable. I am not going to stand for this lightheaded, weak-stomached bullsh*t.” It may sound ludricrous, but between that bizarre drill sergeant-esque cheerleading and a good space of gritted teeth, I managed to stay relatively conscious and did not throw up.
I told Lara later that I flatly refuse to pass out and hurl at the same time – the only people who get to go out that way are spectacular rock stars. Not that it is okay then, but at least it is understandable (and dramatic).
I am a little bit ticked off at my body, I guess. It does all of these new things that are bizarre, and which I perceive as weakness. I am not a weak person. I refuse to accept weakness.
There you have it: my venting/complaining/b*tching for the week. Off to multiple doctors as the week progresses…
Still sending blessings to you all!