New Year's Day comes. I am sick. The room is spinning. I vomit in the bath room time and again. I am numb on some parts of the left side of my body. Its worst when I lie down. Resting while sitting up does not seem to hurt so much.
|At least the kids are out building a snowman|
Mean while I am holding our 6 mo. old since someone has to watch him. Its a painful sacrifice. I'm terribly nauseous, each minute that passes drags excruciatingly by, and I'm counting the seconds at times.
But WTF is happening to me? A bad flu I speculate. Some bizarre case of altitude sickness with a case of vertigo? The problem is that this new numbness I have on my scalp, back, left side of my body does not add up.
At this point I think the mountain is doing me in. We pack up somehow, I even load some things in the car. Its brutal and I cannot quite handle walking let alone moving bags and suit cases into the car but I do it anyway.
I call up my father who is a doctor, and while he urges me to stay put I insist on getting off the mountain. He orders me anti-nausea medication at the local pharmacy and we pick it up while driving out of Tahoe. If it were not for the medication I would not be able to suffer the ride down the hill with my wife at the wheel. I am passed out most of the time, its too painful to be coherent, and thankfully the anti-nausea medication has a bonus of making me drowsy.
We make it home.