Saturday I broke my knee cap into 8 pieces trying to fit one last beautiful day of shred in. Broke it on a stupid BOX being held up by cinderblocks. My knee hit the cinderblock straight on, not danaging any of the tissue or ligaments or whatnot. Ended in a surgery requiring what looks like a hand full of nails and a bunch of wire. I'll have to get all that shit taken out in 6 months-year. Was playing around on the box so i wouldnt just sit around and drink beer all day.
MORAL OF THE STORY: opt out for beer drinking. Or really, just don't test your fucking luck. I've been riding 12 seasons now, and this is my first major injury. It comes with the territory. If you're going to snowboard you have to accept that. I tried to play it safe all year, not really trying things that were new for me besides feild of steep snow. Which I think I'm going to stick to next season. No more concrete. No more cinderblocks. This HURTS.
Pictures of the scene or the crime to come. Plus the ER, plus the xrays. For right now here's one Ramy took while two kids were trying to patch me and and get me off the mountain.
1 comment:
i just sent you some photos that i took of said knee yesterday...
gnarly.
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