I'm now broken (again)
Canada, while being a great place, seems rather detrimental to my health. Last winter I got too sendy on a jump, cleared the landing and landed flat from 3-4m up. Broke the cartilage that holds one of my ribs to my sternum. In the summer I hit a tree and broke my pinky. Not too bad you think, well, look at the x-ray. Hopefully you never see a pinky as smashed up as that again! I'm not sure how many pieces of bone that is, but at least 4, plus an Ex-Fix and 2 pins. Now, both these crashes were my own fault. I felt annoyed and put out and frustrated, but in reality, I only had myself to blame. Then this morning, some inconsiderate *insert rude word* (my Granny reads this blog!) falls off the piste I am passing on a cat-track into the 10' gap between myself and the skier ahead of me. Giving me, what, 6' to dodge him? Unsurprisingly, I failed and smashed into him at speed. As I hit the floor I hear *crack*, think, 'I don't like that sound' but it f...