Sat, 11 Apr 2020 19:24:26 -0700WeeblySat, 16 Mar 2013 21:59:40 GMThttp://counselingwithsandy.com/sandys-blog/ropes-anyoneI was telling my Scrapjammies group (They'll be another blog, I'm sure!) how I got carpal tunnel. I thought you should know, too. So, here it is. As a prelude, you'll have to keep in mind, from my previous post that I am a 50's plus woman, badly in need of hormones. Also, remember to take note, from that same post, I never like to admit defeat.

Well, last month, my great neices came down to visit from North Carolina. Of course, where does one go, but ORLANDO! I went over and rented a place for one week. First, to get warmed up,  I rode the rides at Animal Kingdom with my husband before they arrived. Sounds nice and peaceful, but my poor aging spine and neck were bouncing every which way! Those safari rides are like the real thing. If that wasn't bad enough, when the girls arrived, we went to WonderWorks. You know, the upsidedown building on International Drive? We had a blast! We went through the tornado, the bed of nails, the dirt bike rides, and more. I won the mind bending challenge to quiet your mind! But it was the ropes that got me. First, it was a test to pull yourself up the rope without using your legs. For me this was by hand strength only, because at this age, I have no arm strength! I failed miserably. Since, I am a glutten for punishment, I mean, I don't like to admit defeat, I decided to try the ropes course! But only after ride on a self designed (by a sixteen year old) simulated rollercoaster, with my head spinning and body levitating like something out of the Exorcist V! And a not so quick, asthma attack producing game of lazer tag in which every kid in there thought I was the bad guy! I did score in the top three winners, even if I couldn't breath and sounded like Darth Vader. Back to the ropes course, though. The course has a variety of swinging bridges, tightropes, blocks, strings, etc for you to walk across at the ceiling height of this large building. I have yet to determine the true height, but by now it has grown three stories:) Anyway, I am fine, until I get to the top and begin to walk across a tiny string  (holding on for my dear life!). I look down at my shoes. They are MBT's, "rockers", the ones that rock back and forth all the time! Immediately in a split millisecond, I flashback to the Spitting Rock Of Portlock! 

Spitting Rock is the home of my first and only full blown panic attack. I am sure God gave it to me so I could relate to my clients. When they say they feel like they are going to die, I now understand!  We were in Hawaii with this book taking us to "off the beaten path" to places now "revealed".  Hidden in this residential neighborhood is a cliff four stories above the ocean, where this cave sucks the sea in and spits it out. To get to this little gem of the ocean, you walk down a slippery, slimey, rocky path to a narrow (I mean NARROW) ledge just above the cave. It widens to the right, but at the bottom of the walkway, it is frightening for anyone, even the slightest bit, queazy with heights. I managed to get down the path fine, and crawled out onto the platform slowly enough to enjoy the view. Getting out of the place was a whole other story! I looked at my shoes and they were Rockers, well worn, smooth soled rocking shoes! The path was straight up, wet and loose rocks were falling. My fears were if we fall, we go straight down that four story drop, no stopping, no cell phones, no one to call for help! If Jay is behind me, I will take him with me! If he is in front of me, holding on to me, I will pull him down, too! You can see how that panic attack was building? Long story short, I made it out to tell it to you now. The full blown hyperventilating panic attack waited till I got to the car:)

Now, flashback to the ropes. I'm looking at my shoes... Rockers! You guessed it! Panic attack! I wanted down so bad. I couldn't stand it. I held on sooooo hard. I was back at Spitting Rock and falling down that slippery path, only to fall into the ocean, sucked into the cave and spit back into the ocean!  

That's how I got carpal tunnel:)]]>Thu, 14 Mar 2013 20:25:12 GMThttp://counselingwithsandy.com/sandys-blog/50s-plus-women-computersSo, here I was trying to publish my website for our not-for-profit organization called Morning Star of Highlands County. I spent, at first, hours thinking of what to put on this website. I gathered pictures and forms I wanted to add to enhance the usage of it. Then, after days and days of carpal tunnel pain and agony, grueling over the idiot  proof web page building sites, provided by Fatcow, I called tech support because the site wouldn't publish properly to the web.  It was then, while on the phone to the nice young techie, I realized (as he gently pointed it out!), I already had a Morning Star website! It was at that very moment I knew I was indeed over the 50 year old technological declining hill, on the downside and tumbling, further down, rather quick! I have no recollection of when, I created this website! No idea of how, where, and certainly didn't imagine, in my wildest dreams, it was already published to the web! "So, that's why my newly finished site wouldn't publish properly?", I questioned innocently like a lamb led to the slaughter. Of course, never willing to admit defeat, I promptly decided to write a blog about it and here we are:) So,  if you get a chance, check out www.morningstarhc.com and maybe I will have the two sites combined and published by then! But, only if I'm back on my hormones!]]>