A Walk in the Woods
Monday, March 31st, 2008
It has been a really long time since I have experienced an alcoholic hangover. But I learned this weekend that pulling an all-nighter at my age produces similar results. Though I have caught up on sleep, as I sit here typing this, several cups of Darjeeling later, it feels just like I have over indulged.First let me thank Josh for the wonderful posting yesterday, who managed to get out the posting even when he had his own things of which to deal. In honor of his question about rapid inductions, I thought I would actually center today’s post around it a little more and perhaps clear up the question of why anyone like me would pull an all-nighter. LOL.
Hiking - I have a certain affinity for it. I love it - the feel of the world around you, a sense of balance with nature, and the quietness of the soul. But, I am also often open to adventure. A friend suggested that we try night hiking in the mountains (an easy hike, no real climbing or need to belay). Our guide was experienced in night orienteering, so I am not sure I would recommend newbies to try this on their own.
Now you maybe saying to yourself, I am reading this post because I want to hear about hypnosis, not hiking. Good point. So here is the twist in the story. Around 3 am, one of my other friends who had come along developed blisters (for God’s sake, when you hike, take the time to invest in a decent pair of well-fitting hiking boots), really gruesome and seemingly painful blisters. I hung back with him on a down hill, and offered to try to help him with the pain until we could get back to civilization to properly care for his feet. Now this is no stranger to me, and someone who has helped me a few times when I have needed help.
It was as though he had not even heard my offer. He continued talking about what he would do once we were done with the hike. So, I left the subject for a little while.
Enter the real dilemma. At 5:30 am, we arrived at a junction. Most of us had chosen this hike for the idea of watching the sunrise off a particular ridge. We had time it to get there about twenty minutes before the anticipated event. At 5:30 am, we could continue to that point or take a short route back to our vehicles. Needless to say my blistered friend was all in favor of aborting our plans (I cannot blame him). But…the question was to go on anyway, leave him at the junction (he would have had trouble navigating the short cut), or throw away our hours of dark meandering and head home.
Another friend suggested that I do a quick induction and a little pain relief hypnosis at this point, as the caterwauling about the blisters was reaching a peak. I smiled and stepped forward. I had pretty much decided even with the hypnosis, though, walking a lot more might not be smart for him.
He was still a no go, totally ignoring the idea. Others in the group have used me for various things so they prodded him. And yes, he and I had discussed the reality of hypnosis many times. So, I finally stopped the whole thing by telling everyone to just leave him be. If he did not want to use hypnosis, that was fine (I resisted the passive aggressive urge to add in that if he wanted to be in excruciating pain, so be it). I was about to agree to hang back with him while the others went ahead, but then a kind soul, who was a paramedic, came forward and offered to stay with him. He had a few supplies he thought would help. And so, I continued to my sun rise, a little miffed at my friend’s resistance. I take it for granted now that hypnosis is a fabulous tool and forget that others may feel differently (insane, though they are…LOL).
As I watched the subtle tones of the sun beginning its ascent, another friend sat down beside me and said, “Remember last year when we were on holiday and I got that horrible rash? Well, when you did that funny little hypnotic thing (rapid induction and suggestions to decrease the itch until again, we were back in civilization), it was really great. Buddy is just trying to be macho and impress you with his forbearance of manliness.” We both laughed and I felt better.
Upon returning to the junction, we found the paramedic reading and Mr. Manly sound asleep under a tree. Apparently, the paramedic had used progressive relaxation to help my friend stop obsessing over the pain (the paramedic had taken an emergency hypnosis class, and had used the pain tranced-state to just relax my friend). The paramedic said it was one thing to miss the sunrise; it was another to listen to the constant complaints.








