I have conquered the Five Mountains, but I cried loudly on the top of Mount Emei

As a girl who grew up in a mountainous area, climbing mountains is a daily routine for me. I used to go to the mountain in front of my house for morning exercises every morning. I climbed to the top of Mount Tai’s Jade Emperor in less than two hours during a night climb. I also walked and hiked the Jungfraujoch in Switzerland.

Therefore, I never thought about the dangers I would encounter when climbing mountains, and I never expected that I would encounter the biggest dilemma in my mountain climbing history on a mountain in a well-equipped 5A-level scenic spot. .

This summer vacation, I traveled to Sichuan. I planned to eat, drink and relax.

One day, I saw enough time, and on a whim, I planned to go to Mount Emei. The top of Mount Emei is called the "Golden Summit", with an altitude of more than 3,000 meters. It has beautiful sunrises and sunsets, a gorgeous sea of ??clouds, and if you are lucky, you can even see the light of Buddha. With the expectation of taking in all the beautiful scenery, I planned to stay one night at the top of the mountain.

Since I didn’t plan to climb a mountain that day, I didn’t wear any comfortable sneakers, nor did I prepare quick-drying clothes or long sleeves. I only had a borrowed thin down jacket and a short-sleeved cotton T-shirt. shirt. But I am quite confident, isn’t it just climbing mountains? I also climbed it wearing canvas shoes and sun protection clothing.

Having just decided to go up the mountain, I was very ambitious and prepared to climb all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top. I found that the guide said that the entire mountain climbing would take more than ten hours on foot, so I changed it to taking a scenic shuttle bus from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, which is more than 2,000 meters above sea level, and then climbed to the top of the mountain.

When we were halfway up the mountain by car, I started to feel cold wearing only a short-sleeved T-shirt. After putting on a thin down jacket, I started climbing the mountain. However, not long after climbing, I began to feel out of breath. I didn't pay attention at first, but after ten minutes, my head started to hurt.

Since I was traveling alone, I was a little worried, so I checked the symptoms online - it might be caused by altitude sickness or fatigue.

There is a cable car from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain, but I vaguely remember seeing a saying before that if you want to adapt to the high mountain environment, you should adapt slowly from the bottom up. So I gave up the idea of ??taking the cable car - wouldn't it mean going from a low altitude to a high altitude all at once? Will it make my high reflex more serious? You have to climb up slowly! What's more, I came here to climb mountains.

With my past ability, this less than three kilometers of road can be completed in less than an hour. But this time, I was out of breath from climbing, and I had to stop to catch my breath after taking a step or two. I decided not to be too pushy and allowed myself to go slower. It would only take three hours at most. Based on my long-distance running experience, I began to slowly adjust my climbing rhythm, trying to keep climbing at a constant speed, rarely stopping to rest in between.

The strange thing is that despite the very low temperature on the mountain, I was sweating profusely very quickly. This amount of exercise is not that big, and I am not a person who sweats a lot.

After climbing for about an hour, my head started to hurt more and more, but I still ignored it and just thought it was because I didn’t get enough rest in the previous two days.

On the way, I met many people coming down from the mountain. They all looked desperate and asked me how far down there was. Climbing up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain like me, I only met two groups. They were in small groups, either resting in the pavilion, or moving forward slowly and heavily step by step. I passed them easily, which made me deeply proud of my athletic ability. Inspired by this emotion, my steps became more brisk, and I would walk quickly as long as I was not out of breath. It was only later that I discovered that this kind of conceit was unnecessary.

About an hour and a half later, I arrived at the Golden Summit attraction on the top of Mount Emei. I thought it would take me three hours, but it turned out so quickly, and I couldn't help but feel even more proud of myself. As soon as I reached the top of the mountain, I saw a sign pointing to the infirmary. I thought, do I have to go to the hospital if I climb this mountain? That's too weak.

Unexpectedly, I would be slapped in the face soon...

It was around evening when I reached the top of the mountain. I wanted to quickly see the sea of ??clouds and the sunset, but at that time I had a headache. It hurt a lot, my legs and feet were very tired, and my soaked cotton T-shirt became chilly after I stopped, so I decided to go to the hotel to rest for a while and dry my clothes.

After checking in, I immediately felt the warmth as soon as I opened the room door, which made me let out a long sigh of relief when my back was cold. The windows of the room are closed, maybe that's why it's warm.

Before entering, I noticed that the door of the next room was wide open, and two people were talking loudly inside. I murmured slightly in my heart, don’t you need privacy so much? I didn't know at the time that I would be even more outrageous than them at night.

After entering the house, my head still hurt, so I prepared to take a nap. Because I was afraid of catching a cold, I turned up the heating to the maximum. The central air conditioner roared and the warm air was strong, and I felt a deep sleepiness. But I don't know why, even though I was so tired, I still couldn't sleep well. I just lay there for an hour, half asleep and half awake.

After waking up, I walked out to see the golden-domed Buddha. Unexpectedly, before I even walked out of the hotel, I felt my headache getting worse, as if it was going to explode. I couldn't help but feel a little worried. I remembered the sign of the infirmary I just saw and decided to take a look first.

The doctor in the infirmary is a beautiful young lady. I described my headache to her, and she asked me if I had nausea or chest tightness. I thought about it and it seemed like a little bit.

"You have high reflexes." The young lady skillfully opened a can of oxygen for me, showed me how to use the oxygen bottle to inhale oxygen, and added two tablets of Bubro to relieve headaches. Finn.

After taking a few breaths of oxygen, I don’t know whether it was a psychological reason or a real physical change, but the headache seemed to be relieved.

After feeling better, I went to visit the Golden Summit. At this time, the clouds and mist were rising, and the entire top of the mountain was slowly shrouded in heavy fog, and it even started to rain lightly. Walking alone on the top of the mountain, I felt a little desolate.

The clouds were so thick that I couldn’t see anything. I went to the canteen on the top of the mountain and bought some food. I returned to the hotel and planned to eat while watching TV.

The hotel room was still warm, and the residual heat from turning on the heater had not dissipated. I turned the heater on again and started watching a show and eating. Before I had even taken a few bites, I felt nauseous, as if something was trying to get up in my stomach, which was very uncomfortable. The half-eaten egg in my hand made me feel like vomiting even more.

I opened the oxygen bottle and took a few sips. It seemed to be a little relieved, but it didn't seem to be completely relieved. At this time, I remembered the wide open door of the next room, suddenly realized something, and quickly walked over and opened the door. There was only a thin line between the inside and outside of the door, but after walking outside, my nausea eased a lot.

Thinking that I still have another night to spend, I dare not take too much oxygen for fear that it will be gone after I finish it. The more I sat in the room, the more frightened I became, worried that if something happened it would be too late to call for help, so I took my coat and walked to the hotel lobby.

There was a cool breeze in the hall. Although the headache was relieved a little, my stomach felt a little uncomfortable. I still don’t know what will happen this night, whether I will be nauseous all the time, whether I may be out of breath, or whether I will just lose my breath and never wake up... As I thought about it, I suddenly collapsed emotionally, a kind of The fear of death and the loneliness of facing illness alone enveloped me. Although I knew there were hotel staff around me and there was a medical room on the top of the mountain, I still started crying in the lobby, from sobbing at the beginning to crying later. I can't breathe, I can't stop.

The hotel receptionist saw me crying sadly and quickly asked me what was wrong. After knowing that it was high altitude sickness, he advised me to go down the mountain if I felt uncomfortable.

As soon as I heard that it was possible to go down the mountain, I felt a little reassured, so I curiously asked how to go down. After all, the cable car had stopped.

The front desk said that the only way to go down is by sliding pole.

Slider? It's so shaky, so slow, and so expensive. Besides, I haven't seen the Giant Buddha on the top of the mountain and the sunrise on the Golden Summit. Wouldn't it be a waste to go down the mountain like this?

After thinking about it rationally, the fear just now dissipated a little. My tears no longer fell straight down like before, and I was finally able to control my emotions.

It was too cold in the hall, and I didn’t have enough clothes. After being so cold that I ran to the toilet several times, I was ready to go back to the room. Before returning, the front desk told me that if I still feel uncomfortable, open all the windows and don't take a shower.

I was a little bit embarrassed in my heart, do I really want to open it? What if I freeze? Isn’t that worth the loss?

As soon as I entered the room, I really felt uncomfortable again. I tried to stay calm and didn’t dare to think too deeply, for fear of panicking too much and losing control of my emotions. I was about to breathe oxygen for a while, but unexpectedly found a small card on the bedside table.

This "high-reflex" tip made me realize that I have done all the things I shouldn't do when doing high-reflex...

"It's best to take it slow. Okay." I climbed faster and faster.

"No strenuous exercise is allowed." Does climbing a mountain for more than an hour count as strenuous exercise?

"You can't sleep with the windows closed and the heater on." Isn't this what I did as soon as I entered the room?

……

I discovered later that I was sweating profusely because my body temperature was higher than normal at plateau, and I was so tired that I couldn’t sleep because of the lack of oxygen. Can't sleep well.

The last sentence also eased my fear: If "altitude sickness" occurs, don't panic.

I didn’t dare to close the window anymore, so I opened the window according to the instructions. After a while, I felt that it was still not enough, so I also opened the door wide like the people in the room next to me. Then he piled all the quilts on one bed and nestled himself into three quilts. Fortunately, the quilt in the hotel was relatively warm, and coupled with the slight fever caused by high altitude sickness, I didn't feel cold even though there was a cool breeze blowing into the room. I began to close my eyes and relax, preparing to sleep.

I didn’t sleep well. I slept for a while, woke up for a while, and breathed oxygen for a while. I struggled until four in the morning and couldn’t sleep anymore. Fortunately, the tip mentioned that high fever can cause symptoms of insomnia. So even when I woke up late at night, I didn't panic anymore and spent the night relatively calmly.

The next morning, except for some drowsiness, the headache and nausea had subsided. I breathed a complete sigh of relief. The first high reaction I experienced was over!

Looking back on this journey, although I did not end up in the hospital, it was still extremely uncomfortable, especially the emotional breakdown that I did not expect.

I have never experienced altitude sickness in the past. Maybe I started climbing from the foot of the mountain and my body got used to it since the mountain is not particularly high. Don’t overestimate yourself, be prepared financially and mentally when going to unfamiliar places, and be more vigilant when minor symptoms occur. This is probably the biggest lesson and gain from this mountain climbing experience.

Author: Jingjing Fusi