| To have a good nights sleep is underrated. It has been three weeks since Ieft US, and I have had at the max three four nights of good sleep. Week 1 I was severely jet lagged. Then I was super nervous, excited, freaked out to sleep, the nights before leaving for the trek. The standing joke is that DH got over his Jetlag before me inspite of arriving a full week after me. Most of my nights in Nepal are marked by me listening to DH's snores from the other side of the tiny room, or me listening to my own labored breathing, in and out and in and out in the dark room in the bitter cold. 3 hours of sleep was decent sleep. Enough to get out and continue trekking.
And then the earthquake happened. That night DH and I huddled in the same bed, which was a twin bed, so if we died we would die together ;--p. The next day we had another aftershock in the middle of the day, so I slept fully ready with my hiking boots in case there was an earthquake in the middle of the night. When the floors and ceilings creaked as people walked I would wke up sweaty ready to run out.
It was the third night after earthquake, in Tengboche, again, heaven, that I said to myself " screw you earthquake, I am sleepy and I am going to sleep, it is okay if i die!" I bundled up, removed my shoes, zipped up my sleeping bag and slept. 7 hours of sleep. Finally out of Jetlag and AMS and fear of earthquake.
Back in chennai we sleep for 8 9 hours, and somehow it still is not enough. I eat and I want to sleep again. I was blaming my lack of energy and tiredness when DH said he feels the same. Our bodies are catching up with lack of sleep and all the hiking only now.
So excuse me while I sleep some more. With one big relief. I am done with the April Challenge!! Shoddy job though it was. Phew! |
"Dh and i huddles together-sonif we died.."
Sk-i know you wrote this in good humor..but reading these linea makes me want to cry!how scared you must have been-esp because of bsk :(:(
You know when aghoo was born-we went to tahoe when she was 5 months old.dh wanted me to try parasailing and i was so scared that i would die and my baby who was so dependent on me (esp since she was still exclusively breastfed")..so i made dh stay and went with my sister..mid way through the boat ride i called bil (who had also come to tahoe with us) and told him "if i die,dh will be really traumatized and he will forget that baby nneds to be fed..make sure you get some milk for her" so trivial compared to your fears!!
Huge tight hugs to you my dear friend