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P36 · 07-01-2004, 22:50

Well, there I was...knee deep in cactus, 110 degrees out and we were out for a pleasant jaunt. I had a 100oz Camelbak and since I've been a heat casualty before , I knew to take frequent sips off the thing. About 2 hours into the hike, I start getting that dizzy headache feeling and assuming I need more water, drink more. I continue to feel worse and to drink, I still don't have to pee after draining the bag. Hmmm. Boy, I must really be dehydrated. We're near a Ranger station, one of whom gives me some rehydration salts to add to the Camelbak and since I've not had to use the bathroom and my head is splitting, I fill it up again. Anyway, after about another hour, I finally convince someone to get me to the clinic on Huachuca, about a 1 1/2 hour ride away...they run a blood test, look rather concerned and call an ambulance to take me to the ER downtown in Sierra Vista. In the meantime, they start an IV and put some solution in it that IMMEDIATELY causes me to projectile vomit...hahahaha, I feel sorry for those near me :-). I'm put on a gurney and taken to the ER, it's now nighttime. They start me on something that makes me pee every 10 $%@%#$ minutes, along with an IV full of crap like postassium. I finally got discharged at midnight after being forced to drink a cup of liquid postassium and given instructions to eat bananas and salty foods for the next couple of days.

That's my story. I'd never heard that you could almost kill yourself by drinking too much, and after looking it up, learned that a girl in basic training actually died after drinking too much water in too short of a time, trying to prep for a urinalysis.

BTW, this was a "Staff Ride" during ANCOC and one of the FAT piece of shit instructor's actually fucking accused me of trying to sham a ride off the hill we were on. She was rather distant after discovering I came pretty close to not being around anymore. She didn't think I should go at all, then asked if she should perhaps escort me. People always accuse others of what they themselves are guilty of. Fat Piece of Crap. Oh and while I was damn near dying in the van, on the way to Huachuca, the cadre stopped for a rest stop to get ice cream for themselves-relaxing around, until one of the students, pointed out that I looked like I was going downhill. ANCOC, ah, A NCOC, my mentors.

So why is it called a staff ride if you end up walking up and down hills in the desert, studying the history of the US Calvary and the Apache Indians????? Anybody?

07-01-2004, 22:50	#11
P36 Guerrilla Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 202	Well, there I was...knee deep in cactus, 110 degrees out and we were out for a pleasant jaunt. I had a 100oz Camelbak and since I've been a heat casualty before , I knew to take frequent sips off the thing. About 2 hours into the hike, I start getting that dizzy headache feeling and assuming I need more water, drink more. I continue to feel worse and to drink, I still don't have to pee after draining the bag. Hmmm. Boy, I must really be dehydrated. We're near a Ranger station, one of whom gives me some rehydration salts to add to the Camelbak and since I've not had to use the bathroom and my head is splitting, I fill it up again. Anyway, after about another hour, I finally convince someone to get me to the clinic on Huachuca, about a 1 1/2 hour ride away...they run a blood test, look rather concerned and call an ambulance to take me to the ER downtown in Sierra Vista. In the meantime, they start an IV and put some solution in it that IMMEDIATELY causes me to projectile vomit...hahahaha, I feel sorry for those near me :-). I'm put on a gurney and taken to the ER, it's now nighttime. They start me on something that makes me pee every 10 $%@%#$ minutes, along with an IV full of crap like postassium. I finally got discharged at midnight after being forced to drink a cup of liquid postassium and given instructions to eat bananas and salty foods for the next couple of days. That's my story. I'd never heard that you could almost kill yourself by drinking too much, and after looking it up, learned that a girl in basic training actually died after drinking too much water in too short of a time, trying to prep for a urinalysis. BTW, this was a "Staff Ride" during ANCOC and one of the FAT piece of shit instructor's actually fucking accused me of trying to sham a ride off the hill we were on. She was rather distant after discovering I came pretty close to not being around anymore. She didn't think I should go at all, then asked if she should perhaps escort me. People always accuse others of what they themselves are guilty of. Fat Piece of Crap. Oh and while I was damn near dying in the van, on the way to Huachuca, the cadre stopped for a rest stop to get ice cream for themselves-relaxing around, until one of the students, pointed out that I looked like I was going downhill. ANCOC, ah, A NCOC, my mentors. So why is it called a staff ride if you end up walking up and down hills in the desert, studying the history of the US Calvary and the Apache Indians????? Anybody? __________________ Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.
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