So, route being 100 feet or so, and rope kinda stretchy, I suck up all the slack I can till I'm hanging in the air about 5 feet, he pulls up, I go down. I ratchet up again, he goes up, I go down. Now,on my last ratchet, I kinda Fuck up, and end up swinging a little, you know, you toward the tree. On the wy back in, I scrape the tree pretty hard, and ratchet again, and my buddy is now through the crux. As he climbs, I'm thinking, man, my arm hurts. I Look at it, looks a little scraped, but no big deal. He climbs some more, finishes the route, comes down, and I start playing with my arm, and there is an inch long, thick sliver buried in my arm. Rhodo. I try to pull it out, no go. I try to push it out (yes, it was big enough to push), no luck. So, when I go home, I whip out the needle, tweezers, and razor blades and set to work. Being in my bicep, it was tricky to work on, also, I find that my natural self preservation wont allow my to really cut with a blade. So I pick and pull, no luck.
Wake up Monday, bright red circle around it.
I go to the doc, he whips you a big needle with a numbing agent, a razor sharp big needle with razors on it, and says "I haven't done anything fun like this all day!"
After a few minutes of deep picking, he pulls out this thick splinter. It was shorter than I thought it would be, bt thicker.
So, watch out for Rhodos with cut limbs, very sharp!
I kept asking myself if I was a pussy for not just cutting down to get it myself, but doc said it was good to come in, splinter being big and all, and gives me some antibiotic because of the length of time the splinter was in.
I think next time I'll get drunk and have dipsi cut it out.
