Day 14 - Not a good day for Bev

Today was not a good day for me, i went to bed last night with a very bad headache and hoped that by the morning it would be gone. No such luck, it was much more severe in the morning and i had also been sick several times. The pain was so bad Adrian decided to call a doctor who informed me that i had a bad case of altitude sickness and was to rest and remain in bed for the day. I was given an anti sickness shot in my bum which hurt and don't remember much after that, its all a bit of a blur so I'll let Adrian fill you in on the rest...

Bev was not in a good shape in the morning and this was evident by the fact that she had not bothered to brush her hair yet and was inviting me into the toilet when she had been sick! Must be worse then I had thought and not just a tactic to get out of the walking! I called though to our tour guide (Boris) to send over a doctor who managed to turn up within 20 minutes (this is at 6:30am and she only charged about £30!! Take not NHS.) The doctor was good enough to give her an injection that she said was an anti-nausea drug but I still think that it was a tranquiliser as it knocked Bev out cold for the whole day (The drug for those who want to knock someone out cold is called Gravol and injection form works the best ;)

The doctor also prescribed a whole host of other items, most for just in case scenarios. This required a very quick trip to the chemist which proved a lot easier then expected. All it took to get perception drugs in Cuzco was a scrappy bit of paper with some drugs listed on them and about 25 sols (£5). At this point we only had about 5 minutes until the bus was turning up that was expecting both of us to be on for a 2 day excursion so I had the idea to run back to the hotel. (Note to anyone that has only been at altitude for 1 day, don't run!)

Once Bev had had her first dose of tablets and I had caught my breath I set to at getting the room arrangements sorted (well I spoke to Boris who sorted the lot). At this point the tranquiliser had kicked in and Bev was out cold for the next 7 hours. Our guide managed to get us sorted and extended our stay in the same room for an extra night.

As we where supposed to be starting the Inca Trail the next day there was also a backup plan put in place to pick us both up in the morning if Bev was feeling up to it. The Doctor gave given instructions that if she didn't then she wasn't allowed up the trail.

With my nursing duties in hand I decided to hang up the uniform and suspenders for a few hours and entertained myself (with a PSP and Star Wars LEGO, for all those thinking dirty!)

By the evening Bev had started to stir but still had a sore head and was not feeling great. The prospect of being picked up very early and being whisked off to a high mountain side and ordered to walk up hill for 3 days wasn't looking appealing. This was especially true as we didn't know if the altitude sickness would come back with the extra height. So with these views, and the fact that neither of us had eaten much for 24 hours we decided that the trail was not the best idea. After another chat with Boris we had all the immediate arrangements in place.

More Pictures... (Only kidding! although tempting to take pictures of Bev either with her head down the loo or asleep catching flies, I thought better of it!)