(i)
This summer I found that my altitude sickness boundary is 3700 meters above sea level. I stepped into the threshold of this mountain disease when I was passing through the ridge pass, and most people call it "high anti". My symptoms are headaches, heartbeats, wheezing, and vomiting when I go down the mountain.
Laling Mountain is the dividing line between the Loess Plateau and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the mountain pass is 3820 meters above sea level. It is said that this is the "punch card" of high reaction, and the average person has a different body to this point, and he cannot escape the high reaction all the way. Companion Brother Feng has an altitude table. Since then, on the Qinghai-Tibet Line and the Sichuan-Tibet Line, every time I "feel excited", I asked Brother Feng, it was exactly 3700 meters, which almost made me a physical altitude meter.
High anti-torment of the human body, often comes and goes without a trace. For thousands of kilometers later, Brother Dao and I took turns driving. Brother Dao was raised at Xining Tar Temple, where the altitude is only 2690 meters, and his symptoms are also headaches and vomiting. You know, Brother Dao is a diving instructor, and he is actually high-reflexive. Unlike me, he never had another seizure afterwards. On National Highway 109, Brother Dao demonstrated a dog-style breathing method, open his mouth, and hum and hum, like a dog in the summer sun, gasping for breath urgently. This method of increasing the amount of ventilation is said to be useful, but it is not effective for me.
The first to blame altitude sickness on lack of oxygen was the German naturalist and geographer Alexander von Humboldt. From 1799 to 1804, he climbed countless peaks in South America and climbed Mount Chimborazo in Ecuador at an altitude of more than 5,700 meters, setting a new mountaineering record at that time. More than 200 years have passed since then, and the only way for humans to deal with high reactions is to supply oxygen.
Brother Dao was a strong fat man who walked the Qinghai-Tibet Line once. As soon as they met, he performed the terrible experience of the last time: just falling asleep, just waking up and falling asleep, the cycle repeatedly, and the throat made a strange whistling sound from time to time. Worried about the tragedy repeating, when Brother Dao was about to drive himself, he told me to bring my driver's license, in case he couldn't hold on, help drive a car. Before we left, we also bought an oximeter and a bunch of canned oxygen. Unexpectedly, everyone was fine, and it was I who fell into the tragedy.
This is the fourth time that Brother Feng has entered Tibet, and he has performed a strong force, no matter how high the altitude, he must use push-ups and running to punch the clock loudly. Even in the town of Tanggula Mountain, which is 4700 meters above sea level, he has run 5 kilometers. When it comes to push-ups, after all, I am usually better than Brother Feng. I was not convinced, so in Qinghai Lake at the Kunlun Pass, I also held up several times and satisfied my vanity in the circle of friends.
The magnificent scenery makes people have a pleasant smallness. Sadly, the aesthetic smallness made me forget the smallness of the body in nature. Out of Tanggula Mountain Town, passing through Coco Xili, all the way is between 4700 and 5300 meters above sea level. I took the newly purchased mobile phone, clicked all the way, and then felt so sleepy that I forgot to say to anyone: "Come, the mobile phone will shoot you..." I thought it was to squint, but in fact, I entered a coma. The time is about 1:40 noon and waking up is more than 5 p.m.
(ii)
In hindsight, if I took the oxygen tank and sucked it non-stop, I should be able to survive that while. On the plateau, time is oxygen, and in a jar, I forget to inhale for a moment, and time disappears in vain. The next situation is all described by the companions. This is like a chaotic plot in history, which can only be left to the narration of bystanders, and the parties have no right to speak. For more than 3 hours, I went to Brother Feng and Brother Dao, as well as another girl in the car.
Shouting did not wake me, the car ran all the way for 3 hours, straight to the emergency department of a county-level people's hospital. The girl ran in to find a wheelchair, and a young doctor came out to help me get out of the car. (I ask can't push it, right?) At that time, my head was hunched over, and the waves were swinging around? Brother Feng replied, it seems that there is no such thing, I don't remember. ）
After entering the house, a truck driver took the initiative to help, hugged my upper body, and Brother Feng carried me on one leg and went to bed. The driver's eldest brother carried me and said, It's okay, fortunately he is not heavy. The doctor skillfully plugged me in oxygen and put me on heart monitoring. Then immediately slapped me and asked, your name? Where do you live? It is said that after answering my name, I also reported a lengthy address: "Room XX, XX Li, XX Road, Siming District, Xiamen City, Fujian Province." "Brother Dao said that he was in a hurry, you answer Xiamen, the answer is so long, does not consume physical strength?" This comedy scene, I don't remember, but I can be sure that the importance of Xiamen to me is only in that little XX number XX room.
Brother Feng said that within 5 minutes my blood oxygen was normal. The thing I wanted to do when I woke up was to insist on peeing. Brother Dao helped hold the urinal for a long time, and I stood for a long time but I couldn't pee. (I have to ask the expert, is there any human body mechanism in this?) Brother Feng also described that when I woke up, I was angry and had a bad attitude. I guess this should be irritability after the brain is deprived of oxygen.
The doctor in charge of me looked like a young college student, and the nurse looked like a sister-in-law next door. From the time I woke up to the time I was discharged from the hospital, about an hour, they came in separately to see it three or four times, and kept asking with concern, how did it feel? The driver's eldest brother, there was no chance to thank them, they had been discharged from the hospital.
Before leaving, Brother Feng asked the doctor, what medicine do you want to take with you? The doctor said, "There is no medicine, hurry up and go down." Pay attention to oxygen inhalation on the road. After coming out, I looked back at the glass door "rescue room" three big words and asked, how much did it cost? Brother Dao replied: "148 yuan, including 15 yuan for just buying a bag of oxygen." ”
Brother Feng later wrote a letter praising that this is the best hospital I have seen in several years, "The doctor saved my friend." Also saved our whole car people. "Yes, if I delay a little longer, even if I don't die, I may be deprived of oxygen for too long to leave sequelae." An old Tibetan told me that in the early years, the oxygen supply conditions were poor, and because of the high reaction on the Qinghai-Tibet Line, at least 20 people died here every year. Even Tibetan compatriots, because they have descended to the plateau, will not escape the bad luck when they return after two years. High anti-acute attack, resulting in cerebral edema pulmonary edema, is too dangerous.
I feel more. In this life, I will certainly not encounter such a low rescue fee. 148 yuan, eating a better single set meal is not enough. The essential feeling of death is the sleep without consciousness, and those three hours of "broken pieces" are proof. Fortunately, I didn't sleep thoroughly, otherwise how to thank Brother Feng.
In nature, the body cannot triumph, but humanity and love can shine.
(iii)
For most people who enter Tibet for the first time, Gao Rebellion is always with them. Every moment, you will feel the burden of the body, and your heart beats and breathes as soon as you move.
One late night, we braved the cold rain and waited in line at the entrance of Lhasa People's Hospital to wait for nucleic acid. The rain came suddenly, and I happened to have an umbrella with me. There were two twittering girls in front of me, and one of them twisted over and begged me, "Can I hide under your umbrella?" "Of course, of course, I asked in passing, do you have a high reaction?" This Hubei girl laughed: "Why not, I had a headache yesterday and stomach pain and vomiting, I really can't stand it, I called 120 myself, I called an ambulance." She also said, "Strange, I drove on the Sichuan-Tibet Line for seven or eight days, and I was all safe and sound, so how can I get to Lhasa?"
Brother Feng explained that the Sichuan-Tibet line has a relatively large ups and downs, and your actual time at high altitude is not long. Although the altitude of Lhasa is only more than 3600, if you stay here for a long time, it will be serious. The Qinghai-Tibet line is different, although the ups and downs are not large, all the way is high altitude, more tested.
Later, I speculated that some emotionally frustrated people always like to travel to Tibet and heal their emotional wounds. The principle is probably that physical discomfort will make them temporarily unable to take care of emotional troubles. After a few days of physiological suffering, the detergent of time began to work again. Perhaps this is one of Lhasa's magical mysteries.
In 1801, Alexander von Humboldt wrote his travel notes in South America: "I was inspired by an uncertain longing to turn from a weary everyday life to a wonderful world. ”
When Tibet was high, I always cried out in my heart, it was too uncomfortable, I would never come here again, and I would never suffer from this sin again. Strangely, at the end of the journey, I returned to the seashore, and soon I wanted to go back to Tibet and see the magnificent peaks again.
Is this the "uncertain longing"?