The other night, while climbing in my garage, I felt a little pop in my right forearm. Not an explosion, not a torn muscle or a blown tendon, but a little pop. Something weird. Something scary. And my forearm didn’t feel right afterward.
I stopped climbing. Drank some water. Went to bed.
In the middle of the night, my arm throbbed so badly that I woke up.
It felt like I’d heated a screwdriver on the stove and shoved it into my forearm just below the elbow.
I was worried in the morning. Took Advil (which I hate to do). Babied my right arm. Did every task I could with my left hand.
Didn’t climb for three whole days.
Then I got really nervous. What if this was serious? What if I couldn’t climb for a week, a month, a year?
I know. I’m too extreme.
And it worked out fine.
On the forth day, I climbed lightly in the garage. The next day at school. The third day back in the garage. Then hard today.
And I’m back.
I was envisioning reconstructive surgery, but maybe I’m paranoid.
Or maybe I love this thing too much.
Is that even possible?