For approximately 18 years, my husband & I have been vacationing in Big Lake, a beautiful RV campground nestled in the White Mnts. of Arizona.
The elevation in the campground that we stay is 9200'. We had not visited since 2003, three 3 years before my last OHS in 2006 so I was fearing the worse being that I had been forewarned by my cardios to AVOID high elevations due to my ongoing CHF. And they weren't kidding!
During our stay, the slightest activity would leave me gasping for breath & feeling faint & disoriented. Even climbing in & out of the truck or the RV proved to be so physically hard that I would have to wait until my heart stopped racing & a dull ache in the middle of my chest would decipate before going on to other things. A dull headache was my my unwelcomed friend almost every day & the nights were even longer & much worse. I would pile 3 or 4 pillows in a attempt to lie down without feeling like I was drowning & sleep came only when sheer exhaustion took over.
Finally Thursday, I finally stopped fighting the illusion that I was going to feel better & told my husband that we should leave. It was hard to accept that that part of my life was over & that the woman that I used to be did not exist any longer.
So as we drove out, I turned and bade a tearful farewell to this beautiful & enchanting place that had captivated us for so many years.
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The elevation in the campground that we stay is 9200'. We had not visited since 2003, three 3 years before my last OHS in 2006 so I was fearing the worse being that I had been forewarned by my cardios to AVOID high elevations due to my ongoing CHF. And they weren't kidding!
During our stay, the slightest activity would leave me gasping for breath & feeling faint & disoriented. Even climbing in & out of the truck or the RV proved to be so physically hard that I would have to wait until my heart stopped racing & a dull ache in the middle of my chest would decipate before going on to other things. A dull headache was my my unwelcomed friend almost every day & the nights were even longer & much worse. I would pile 3 or 4 pillows in a attempt to lie down without feeling like I was drowning & sleep came only when sheer exhaustion took over.
Finally Thursday, I finally stopped fighting the illusion that I was going to feel better & told my husband that we should leave. It was hard to accept that that part of my life was over & that the woman that I used to be did not exist any longer.
So as we drove out, I turned and bade a tearful farewell to this beautiful & enchanting place that had captivated us for so many years.
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