Well we attempted a weekend vacation in beautiful Truckee, CA but my oldest puked his guts out.
It started Saturday morning when he got up at 5am, ugh. He usually gets up at 7a, and an inability to sleep is a symptom of altitude sickness. But I didn't know that, I just thought he was being a pain in the ass.
Then Auntie M. bought them a big box of Captain Crunch which my kids have never eaten and Mike could barely gag it down! That caused me a little concern because he loves sugar.
The clincher was right before we were to leave for a day at Lake Tahoe he puked. So everyone left and I stayed with Mike who was crying and begging to go to the beach. I told him if he could keep some applesauce down we would go to the beach. He ate some applesauce and I set the timer and watched him. He said he was great so we headed for the beach.
25 minutes into our drive we passed the sign stating that we just passed 7,000 ft. elevation. I looked in my rearview mirror and Mike was green. "Buddy do you need to throw up?" , "Yes mommy.". Oh shit I am on a two-lane semi-rural highway looking for a place to pull over. I found it too late! Poor Mike spewed applesauce all over the inside of our van. He got each row and the side of van as well once he made it out. And all over himself. All I had to clean him up was a few flimsy wipes and some socks. Gross!!
We turned around and went back to the cabin. Where he bathed and I scrubbed the van. Thankfully Bekah and Jake went ahead to the beach with Auntie M. so while Mike watched t.v. and barfed again all over the master bathroom, I packed up. I had no desire to do this all weekend.
Great Uncle Les was traveling with us and is a doctor so he called in some anti-nausea pills for Mike. And they brought those back with them to the cabin. Mike immediately swallowed one and then all 3 kids started to cry about having to leave. Heartbreaking.
Auntie M. volunteered to keep Bekah for the weekend and I loaded up my tearful boys. Mike was able to eat some mini-pretzels on the way home and kept them down. I made it home from Truckee in 2.5 hours, I flew! Now Sunday he is eating everything in sight and bouncing off the walls. Since nobody else is vomiting it's obvious that it was indeed altitude sickness and not a stomach bug or food poisoning. And the link below supports my uneducated diagnosis.
Beach vacations only from here on out!!!!
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001190/
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I've had altitude sickness a couple times. First time I noticed it I was at the Grand Canyon after a drive in from Phoenix. I was with a grad who recognized the symptoms and applied pressure to the inside of my wrist and that took away the nausea, so we just walked around the rest of the day with him holding my wrist -- and with a lot of pressure - it's kinda hurts, but the nausea goes right away. The anti-nausea wrist bands they have are fairly effective for some of the symptoms, at least on an adult. I used to have a pair in my glove compartment, but that was a car or two ago.
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