I don’t know when I realized that what this first loan camping trip was doing was a sort of test drive for the rest of my life. I would face whatever came, I would explore and be adventurous, and I would forge and test my life skills and limitations.
Things can go wrong; preparation will help with these things. Have a first aid kit, meds, and “the essential 10” when you hike. Let someone know where you are either by phone or putting a note in your car on your dashboard. While in Palo Duro Canyon in the Panhandle of Texas the day I was supposed to leave I woke early that morning with severe stomach pains. Stomach pain is not something unusual for me. In the last few years, I was diagnosed with a condition that flares up from time to time. (CVS) Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome causes severe stomach cramps. Think similar to labor, with cramping every 5 minutes, accompanied by repetitive vomiting. Apparently, this condition is associated with people who have migraines, though a migraine has never accompanied my episodes.
What brings it on? Sometimes stress. It can be happy or sad stress. What was I stressed about? The job I just delivered and the vendor I was working with was a nightmare. Every turn they were trying to charge me more money and making my life miserable. I went through three managers at this vendor during this process, and this last one made me sick. Then a long time intern at the studio walked off the job while I was away. She was a friend as well as an intern, and later I realized she had to make it personal and a scene to be able to leave. But I thought of her as more than an employee she was like a daughter, and it caused me great stress. And the final straw was that the man I had just divorced, who I had let live in the house for a few more weeks until the closing of his house, was caught bringing a woman to my house while I was away. Thank you, Ring Doorbell with video capture. It was one drama after another. And this was my retreat and rest time.
Stress can bring on an episode of CVS. When it comes, there is nothing anyone can do. Before I was diagnosed, I thought I just had rotten luck with food poisoning. The doctor gave me migraine medicine to take, as a shot, but there is a very narrow window of opportunity to take it during an episode. I prepared, knowing that having the end of a stressful job, continued difficulty with the vendor and the end of a 19-year marriage might be a trigger. I brought the syringe. Unfortunately, I had unknowingly packed an empty vile of medicine. I took a pill orally hoping I would be able to keep it down long enough for it to work. My biggest concern- I had incredible spot deep in the canyon of Palo Duro. I had hoped I could extend my stay as I loved it there. It was not something to experience in the summer months and can be dangerous, but I loved my stay. However, when I called the park was booked, and I would need to vacate my space by 2:00 p.m. I went through various scenarios in my head. How I could pack up, where would I go that would have electricity? This is still the middle of the dessert, and I will need a fan at least. Most CVS episodes last 24 hours and leave me feeling wrung out.
All this started at 4:30 a.m.. I even got up in those wee hours and began to pack the campsite, knowing I would soon be incapacitated. I prepped for my own needs; kitchen washtub became a bucket to toss my cookies into, water was nearby, though I would not be able to drink anything. I had my phone in case of emergency with reception, thank you AT&T. I texted my daughter to let her know and tried to sleep between the pain and vomiting. At 8:30a.m. I called the ranger station and asked if I could talk to the camp host. Every state park has a camp host, and I made it a point to introduce myself to each everywhere I stopped. I had met Bryan and his wife a few days earlier.
The ranger notified the camp host, and he visited. I would have liked it better if I could have talked to him on the phone. I did not want to come out of my van, and I certainly could not invite him in. Plus, the flies at Palo Duro are so bad during the day; I could not imagine talking through the door and inviting those into my sick bed. I stepped out in my PJs and told him I only had the campsite for the day and was supposed to leave at 2:00. I asked him if there was a place I could go because I would soon not be able to drive. Preferably a place where I can have electricity. I gave him the rundown, embarrassing as it is. “Please don’t call 911 no matter what anyone hears from this van.” It is violent and painful, but it will go away. The only thing I need to be careful of is dehydration. I will also get very weak, so I am unsure I did my best but I don’t think I can pick up what is left to pack before I have to leave at 2:00,” He interrupted, “I can help you. But, let me see if I can get you this site for another night.” I looked confused, “It is impossible, I checked, they are booked.” But he walked away and after I went into my van to wrench one more time he came back and said, “You have another night. ”
What magic and special powers do camp hosts have in state parks? I can’t believe it. Very soon after our conversation, I started to feel better. I think the stress of just having to leave, pack up and also drive was adding to the stress of the condition. It can often be brought on by stress, and though I was in a wonderfully relaxing canyon, chilling, there has been a great deal of stress in my life that was also reinforced by having cell phone reception and being able to get nasty texts.
I slept in the van with the fan blowing until it was unbearable and I knew I had to venture outside. This was 11:45 in the morning and I was surprised how hot I was because I had just had the electric blanket taking off the chill and shiver that comes from some of these episodes. ( Thank God for state parks with electricity.)
Before sleeping. I also called the reservation line as I had made reservations for two other campsites along my way. I was unsure how bad this episode would be and if I would be able to make it. Usually, there is a forfeit of your deposit on a campsite if you do not call within 72 hours. I wanted to call on both because I did not know what would happen. Again the state park came through. I told them of my condition, and they waved the fee as a one-time courtesy. I would have paid; When I am in that much pain, I will do anything. I just need to take care of business.
I thought I might try some oatmeal and knew I had to get fluids in me. This canyon on a good day without exercise can play havoc with a body. Just as I was emerging from my cocoon, the ranger drove up, introduced himself and checked on me. I apologized for taking up the space that I was initially told was reserved, and he said no problem. Just check in at the ranger station when I leave.
I’m thrilled with how I have been treated through this episode. Will having this episode and collapsing in a canyon dissuade me from camping alone in the future? No, absolutely not. I’ll just be more prepared, bring my meds, and make sure I say hi to the camp host, or know where they are and feel confident with my choices of stay. Plus as time goes on and I move into my own and discovering more of who I am I know the stress will leave.
State parks, at least Texas state parks rock. The rangers rock, the host’s rock. Thank you, Palo Duro. You fed my soul and helped me to take care of my body.
I made it through so many CVS episodes alone while living in a house with a man. This was no different. In fact, I had more support from these strangers.
You can do this!
Pusche