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Awesome rock climbing, awesome doctor visit
Work looks like a pile of crap today, but it's been a good 13 hours.
I did a semiprivate rock climbing lesson late last night with a friend from work -- the friend was interested. And I am kind of a perfect rock-climbing storm, so I was curious what difference a lesson or two might make to the levels of stuff I can climb.
It was fun! I learned words for different grips-on-the-wall, and different hand-grips, and different foot placements, and how to place my feet carefully, and how to move around with long arms (unnatural and feels limiting, but a useful drill). Finally we went to a bouldering wall and I learned that one can sequence paying attention only to the hands -- well THAT'S doable. I thought I sucked at sequencing, because I thought one had to figure out hands and feet at the same time.. nope. So my friend and I sequenced/climbed a V1, and then the teacher wanted to crank up the juice on me. He threatened a V3, then backed off to a V2. When I flashed it (secret technical term for "climbed it on the first try"), he put me back on the V3. With sequencing and strategizing and a few hints on where to put my feet -- I had a plan for the hands, remember, which worked out fine -- I flashed that too. First time on a V3! Then he told me that corresponded to something like a 5.11d in top-roping and made me really happy. ^_^
This morning's doctor appointment (my GP) was awesome in a different way. I was seeing her to confirm that everything is okay with her prescribing my Prozac instead of my old useless Prozac-dispenser doing so. I reminded her of my little story, namely that I was on SSRIs to stop me from scratching in my sleep rather than for an emotional problem. And she proceeded to blow my mind. Apparently within a month after I first told her that story she had two other patients with odd little tics. One picked at her skin when really sleepy without being aware of it, the other kept nervously kicking at stuff and hurting a toe. She remembered my story, put both these fellow ticcers on low doses of SRRIs and they both responded to it. Holy shit! Look whose stupid 10-year quest to fix a weird problem helped to fix two other people's weird problems. I am so, so, so happy that the doctor told me! See, telling our stories does help.
I did a semiprivate rock climbing lesson late last night with a friend from work -- the friend was interested. And I am kind of a perfect rock-climbing storm, so I was curious what difference a lesson or two might make to the levels of stuff I can climb.
It was fun! I learned words for different grips-on-the-wall, and different hand-grips, and different foot placements, and how to place my feet carefully, and how to move around with long arms (unnatural and feels limiting, but a useful drill). Finally we went to a bouldering wall and I learned that one can sequence paying attention only to the hands -- well THAT'S doable. I thought I sucked at sequencing, because I thought one had to figure out hands and feet at the same time.. nope. So my friend and I sequenced/climbed a V1, and then the teacher wanted to crank up the juice on me. He threatened a V3, then backed off to a V2. When I flashed it (secret technical term for "climbed it on the first try"), he put me back on the V3. With sequencing and strategizing and a few hints on where to put my feet -- I had a plan for the hands, remember, which worked out fine -- I flashed that too. First time on a V3! Then he told me that corresponded to something like a 5.11d in top-roping and made me really happy. ^_^
This morning's doctor appointment (my GP) was awesome in a different way. I was seeing her to confirm that everything is okay with her prescribing my Prozac instead of my old useless Prozac-dispenser doing so. I reminded her of my little story, namely that I was on SSRIs to stop me from scratching in my sleep rather than for an emotional problem. And she proceeded to blow my mind. Apparently within a month after I first told her that story she had two other patients with odd little tics. One picked at her skin when really sleepy without being aware of it, the other kept nervously kicking at stuff and hurting a toe. She remembered my story, put both these fellow ticcers on low doses of SRRIs and they both responded to it. Holy shit! Look whose stupid 10-year quest to fix a weird problem helped to fix two other people's weird problems. I am so, so, so happy that the doctor told me! See, telling our stories does help.
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Grrr.
(Anonymous) 2014-07-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: Grrr.
This is the kind of thing I tell myself, when people sometimes just randomly learn they can do a press handstand. :P