I´m not superstitious, but this Friday 13th was one of the worst days ever. I remember very little of it all, but generally involved being hauled off my Inca trek with altitude sickness.
During the preceeding forty-eight hours, breathing got more and more difficult, my entire body became agonisingly painful, I could barely stand up becuase I was so dizzy, and my head was excrutiatingly sore. On Thursday I stubbornly (aka stupidly) forced my way to the 4450m pass, but my body couldn´t take another two days without oxygen. So frustrating, but they reckon I had HACE so there was really no option.
During the preceeding forty-eight hours, breathing got more and more difficult, my entire body became agonisingly painful, I could barely stand up becuase I was so dizzy, and my head was excrutiatingly sore. On Thursday I stubbornly (aka stupidly) forced my way to the 4450m pass, but my body couldn´t take another two days without oxygen. So frustrating, but they reckon I had HACE so there was really no option.
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