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It was obvious that I wasn't well enough to go on and that nor were Raz&Ela. So, we decided Tanya should go on with Alvie as we couldn't be sure we'd be OK in the next day or so. Tempers were a bit freyed that day but we managed to part on good terms.
I was still feeling bad. I'd thrown up in the night, had a fever and diahorrea as well. Nice. In the day felt much better, so much so that I thought I'd be ready to go tomorrow, if only I could get a decent night's sleep tonight.
But that wasn't to be....
Had a fun night in the common room of the lodge, talking to Canadian Daphne and Raz&Ela, who'd perked up by now. Daphne suggested I take Diamox, which helps with altitude sickness, so I took one and the others agreed it was a good idea.
When I went to bed, my stomach felt a bit funny but I soon forgot about it as I slept. That is until I woke up and vommed on the bed and most of my stuff. Great, Chris. Real stylish, like. It then descended into the worst night of my life. I had to change out of my clothes in the freezing cold (it was minus 2 or 3 outside and seemingly colder in the room!) but I had no energy. I was so weak. I started shaking then became really short of breath. I was taking very fast shallow breaths and was unable to move and get warm. I was unable to get into my sleeping bag so just rested it on top of me. Felt like I was dying. This lasted for about *9 hours* until Raz&Ela came into my room and I was feeling a little better, the shortness of breath reduced a little bit.
Truly the longest night of my life...