Okay, I can’t really talked about today because I was pushed off the Coho boat with the purser carrying the shipboard oxygen with me to Customs where the Canadian Customs’ officer said with confusion, “Are you ALL together?” No, they are just my medical support. So this is the BRIEF picture version of why I am telling you the whole story tomorrow, ‘kay? Arrived home 10 minutes to midnight.
Going. Took the 10:30 boat, getting ready to leave in a hour made me super nauseous and the boat was crowded to I needed and ice pack and lay down, when I wasn’t in the bathroom. By the time we arrived, I had my sass back.
We decided I was too weak to make it to the Hoh rainforest and back so picked up Maggie, had lunch at a Mexican restaurant and headed up to Hurricane Ridge. It is called because it is funnel of all the wind coming across the straits which goes up the mountain and then rips across, it was about 30-40 mph winds according to the rangers. This is why we all look like we are a) having the slicked-back hair look and b) look like we are on bowling team (it does doesn’t it?)
We ran into many deer which were all “Look at me! Look at me!” and let tourists approach. However, when the tourists got closer Cheryl and Maggie were rooting for the deer to attack them (apparently the most common park injury) and muttering, “Bite her, kick that woman from Wisconsin! Go on, bite her!” Remember this was their off hours time and not when they OFFICIALLY represent the ranger service
On the way down I went on oxygen because my lips were blue like my gloves blue and in Cheryl’s house was on floor and then seizure and other boring stuff for some time which ended with me in Cheryl’s bed (THE PLAN WORKED!) …..alone (DAMN!). I slept for an hour and a half.
We took the 9:45 pm boat back, I do the speaking of tongues and pain on the floor, then sleep while everyone has fun, get up in time to head to the boat. Well, I am fine but the crossing is rough and like a zodiac or car ride, my body has to absorb that shock of the up and down. It can’t, because apparently siezures and spasms are already quite tiring. So I lay down and the purser comes and I show him my fingers and he says it is actually my blue lips that are more disturbing (they were more the color of my gloves). So the purser gets the EMT, which happens to be the helmsman and I go on oxygen AGAIN (the ship’s oxygen because we ran out of ours) and have another seizure and the purser and the helmsman stay there. They are keeping me oxygen till the last second. And then I can barely hand transfer to the car, but here I am back again. I did have fun, sorta. I think I might do it different next time.
It is a bit disappointing to find out how small my travelling capacity is or how quickly I run into trouble. This does not bode well for San Fran trip. But will brainstorm between now and then. Right now I am going to sleep which will be followed by waking up in some sort of fatigue/pain I am guessing. Still, did the trip: too much travel time in ratio to fun though, will need to make it an overnighter next time. I just wanted to get out of the apartment!
I did wear the skull earrings though! The full day trip story tomorrow, I am sorry I can't write more. Because that last pic of me was me looking GOOD on the way back. And right now, one hand is actualy turning BLACK at the tips (Linda is a wee disturbed), so back on oxygen I GO!
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