Dammit Jim I’m a doctor not a carpenter!

Day 2 trekking is from Phakding to Namche. We climbed from about 8000′ to 11,000′ mostly in the last bit.

Got our first view of Everest, kind of, along the way. It may have been covered in clouds. But here is a picture.


The end of the trek had some excitement. Louis, mentioned previously, had developed some severe diarrhea overnite (possibly from carrying all his wife’s makeup the day before) but set out any way. He did ok until getting to the Namche hill. Then he was really struggling, could hardly walk. And this is a man who has summited Everest. Robert and I helped him by short roping him, one of us pulling and the other pushing from behind. He’s still struggling and we’re a ways from Namche and a ways from the previous village.

We try to negotiate a yak ride for him but that was a no go. Then I thought that maybe some dexamethasone that I had brought in case of someone(mainly me) got high altitude pulmonary edema might give him a boost to help get to Namche and rest. But since I wasn’t sure that was a good idea I called the ER docs at Bryan and explained the situation. (Used a cellphone I had bought in Kathmandu for $20 and calls to USA are about 2 cents/ minute) They thought it couldn’t hurt so I got out the dex and gave him an injection. It actually worked, perked him up after about 10 minutes and we made it up the hill to Namche. Pretty amazing, calling half way around the world for medical advice in a third world country!

Anyway, by the time we went to an Irish pub for a pint (no Guiness) the climbers had started making fun of the whole situation. Keep it in perspective these are guys that have survived avalanches, rescued climbers above 26,000 ft. by giving them their own oxygen, seen their friends die, fallen in crevasses and survived, and other amazing stories to numerous to mention. So a trekker with diarrhea at 10,000 is not a big deal. The joke was that you better not complain to the good doctor about anything, a hangnail, a bunion, slight headache, or he’ll come at you with his needle and syringe full of dex!

Good thing I didn’t tell them about how I helped get Maggie through her half marathon last year, but that’s a story for another time.

Beam me up Scottie. >

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