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Last Friday, 4th, I broke my right collar bone and on Tuesday I went to Vernon to see a consultant that I had been referred to. As per how these things seem to go for me, I ended up seeing two and having a third involved as well. The first consultant, on Tuesday, was incredibly busy - he saw 75 patients that day, which goes a little way to excusing him for the way things went. He told me he thought I needed surgery and I could book with him or (as he was just leaving on holiday) a colleague, and to get in touch with his secretary. After lots of back and forth between his secretary and my travel insurance company nothing was getting sorted. On Wednesday I spoke to a colleague of his who phoned another shoulder specialist, they conferred for a while and decided the best choice would not be to have surgery for now but to have another x-ray in 3 weeks and send it over for them to review. This decision was based on the fact that, despite the displacement of the two pieces of collar bone...

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...