Either
way, as I mentioned, the conditions were a little dicey, and I ended
up eating it pretty badly. I'm usually in control but this time my
skis went flying off in two different directions and before I knew it
I was hurling backwards into the icy snow. I lost my skis and slammed
the ice hard. It was reminiscent of when I fell on the ice at the
Skiway, when my head slammed the ice; I fully expected to pass out
but didn't. I sort of thought I'd pass out this time, but again, it
didn't happen, much to my relief. I did, however, notice that my neck
and shoulder were killing me, and I mean really killing me. I got to
my feet and crawled back to the lodge and assess myself. The
conclusion I came to: pain, and lots of it. I was really bummed
because I am trying to heal my neck and shoulder and as you can
imagine crashing on the ski hill didn't help. I actually thought I
was back to ground zero on my recovery.
I
ended up skiing for the rest of the day but it wasn't an entirely
pleasant experience. N teased me on the ski lift by saying, "Nice
job getting better." Thanks a lot. Kids sure are a good place to
go and get abused. Now here I am about a month after the fact and the
surprisingly the pain isn't too bad. My body still feels like it's
falling apart, but that could just be an age thing. I was advised to
give up hockey for a couple of weeks and this sort of happened with
the holidays and vacation, but I don't think that's the source of the
problem. I've yet to go to a chiropractor, with apologies to me
Mentor but I'm sure he's not surprised.
For
now I'll just keep plugging along. Just to add to the fun, I may have
found a way to play even more hockey, but more on this later.
Until
then, thanks for reading, and thanks to August Allen for the pic.
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