July 1, 2018
I was super proud of myself for making it to basecamp without getting sick. And, then I was laying in my tent around 5pm last night, and started to feel a stomach ache, I debated for a few minutes whether it was just a passing thing or something more. It was something more. I drug myself to dinner, and positioned myself close to the door incase I had to make a quick exit. I could only force down a few spoonfuls of soup before I darted back to my tent. The rest of the night was very unpleasant and I still can't believe how bad I felt, and how quickly it came on. I don't know what I ate, but my body violently wants it out of me.
On the bright side, we are able to see the mountain for the first time today and as I expected it's daunting and omnipresent. And big. Really big.
At this point I can't even imagine climbing, but I need to just take things one day at a time, and do everything that I can to stay healthy and take care of myself. That's my plan :)