When I woke up freezing to death in MN (it took approx 60" for this to happen), there was a lot of
denial.
I knew I was very cold but did not for one second think hypothermia.
I knew all the symptoms but still did not relate them to me.
Both legs were completely numb all the way up. Couldn't get my sorels on or my down jacket on but that still didn't alert me to the problem immediately.
One of my teamates woke up to go to the BR. I was just sitting there on top of my bags. She asked if I was OK. I said "yes". She then asked me if I going to get back into my sleeping bags. I replied "yes". Again, I was in
complete denial that I had a problem.
It wasn't until I started blaming both numb legs on a very small toe crest that I wear on my left foot. I can remember thinking...this never happened before. As I sat there pondering this I realized I was
totally irrational and thank God I recognized this because I would most likely have laid back down and gone to sleep to be found dead in the morning. I also remember thinking, I just slept wrong and my legs are asleep. Somewhere deep down, it was the knowledge that the toe crest could not have caused this that alerted me to the seriousness of this situation. For a brief time I believed this but then realized I was losing it. At that very moment the thought that once you are getting seriously hypothermic you become irrational struck me.
Even then I was thinking that "this cannot be. I'm going to wake these people up and look like real idiot.Just lay back down, you'll be OK by morning."
MORE DENIAL!!!
I was quite astounded when I realized I could not walk but had to crawl to my leaders. I couldn't even talk to them other than to say repeatedly "help me, help me , I'm so cold. I recall rambling on about Everest (specifically Beck Weathers) and I kept telling one of them over and over again that I wanted her sleeping bag.
DENIAL was such a big factor even though I had the knowledge base and in addition we had just had a whole class on hypothermia that reinforced everthing I already knew and then some.
I cannot emphasize enough how
insidious it is and
when you are in the middle of it you go down really fast and there is precious little you can do to save yourself.
Darren's story is phenomenal. He got out alive because of his friend and the fact that he yelled
"DOWN NOW"!
I got out alive because of my leaders.
Self-diagnosis of hypothermia is very difficult and I fear many time impossible. By the time you appreciate what is happening you are too far gone to help yourself.
Stop at the first shiver and fix the problem, or better still avoid it if you can. I got into my mess because I did something very foolish, I suppose Darren did to.
I do still hike alone with my dogs in the woods,where I am likely to see a few people, on trails I know, and always with enough gear to survive Denali.
Lesson learned and I was allowed to stay with my group.
I have to say that was as important to me as surviving.