12.7.23 TRC Morrisville,
mid afternoon
I
decide to bury my brain thoughts and just climb. Just relax, just climb, just follow, just breath.
My
second climb includes an under-hang. As
I place my hands on the holds things start to feel a bit surreal. And when I get to the under-hang I experience
something that might have been Vertigo.
“Down. Down. Down” These are not climbing terms. This is Jamie. Scared.
My tone is such that my belayer lowers me immediately and I bury my head in my shoulders to untie myself and hide the impending tears.
My belayer gets me a Gatorade and I explain my concerns. Then I say ‘I’m done climbing for today. And I think I’m going to stop running and working out for a bit too. And, I want to go to Ruckus and order a pizza with pepperoni and pineapple and eat as much of it as I want.” I had been trying to cut down on mindless eating this month but I wanted to rule out all factors that could contribute to dizziness. So, I don’t care if Barb already made me lunch. I’m having it again.
I send a text to my psychiatrist (yeah, I have one of those) because I need the judgment of someone with more medical background than me and I have this guy’s cell phone. We talk and he advises me to take it easy for the rest of the weekend and to see a neurologist on Monday. He also speculates on possible non-brain causes for dizziness including ear infection. I feel much calmer having spoken with him. And I’m excited about pizza.
“Down. Down. Down” These are not climbing terms. This is Jamie. Scared.
My tone is such that my belayer lowers me immediately and I bury my head in my shoulders to untie myself and hide the impending tears.
My belayer gets me a Gatorade and I explain my concerns. Then I say ‘I’m done climbing for today. And I think I’m going to stop running and working out for a bit too. And, I want to go to Ruckus and order a pizza with pepperoni and pineapple and eat as much of it as I want.” I had been trying to cut down on mindless eating this month but I wanted to rule out all factors that could contribute to dizziness. So, I don’t care if Barb already made me lunch. I’m having it again.
I send a text to my psychiatrist (yeah, I have one of those) because I need the judgment of someone with more medical background than me and I have this guy’s cell phone. We talk and he advises me to take it easy for the rest of the weekend and to see a neurologist on Monday. He also speculates on possible non-brain causes for dizziness including ear infection. I feel much calmer having spoken with him. And I’m excited about pizza.
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