Tale of Mt Kenya 2009.

Going to my mountain again, after 6 months break.

So after 6 months of break from the mountain i decide to go back and check if my lungs age is gettting better- (oh in much this year my sister who is a very smart and the best nurse ever told me that my lungs were 65 lung years old!! ?????) and how did she determine this....she had me blow into a syringe looking gizmo connected to her computer and some funny graphs blinked on her screen...that "told" that my lungs were so old!!!

So am like whose lungs are we talkin about here, williams lungs? Damn i can hold my breath for over a minute without flinching, i am more confortable swimming under water rather than over....so tell me how my lungs can manage that if they are 60 whatever age u say...btw what are lung years?.....wonder if there are nail years or boob years...like u can say, oh my mouth is stummering because its senile- has exceeded 150 mouth years....
Anyways, i guess you want to ask me how i ended up blowing a syringe at my sisters clinic eh? hmmm lets say two days before end of march 2009, i had spent a night in a maternity hospital with multiple injection from the nurses every other half an hour.
Actually I had been taken there by the Mountain Rescue Officer of Mt Kenya in the new KWS mountain ambulance. Corporal Mwiti was driving. No I dint skip alot; lets say I found myself being in assisted by my buddy fellow guide, Isaac Muriuki and a couple of other hikers including Julian Wright who was guiding a group from RiftValley adventures who is also a friend.
High altitudes are always a source of trouble. This particula time i succumbed to HIGH ALTITUDE PULMONARY OEDEMA commonly HAPE. It makes your lungs rumble of fizz like u have pop in there. God knows how every breath is laboured.
*(check my post on mountain sicknesses)