As a consequence of my 2013 accident I have a severely reduced range of motion in my left ankle. In an attempt to mitigate this, I had scheduled surgery at the beginning of March. Expecting some forced downtime as a result of that, I tried to get as much skiing in before the hospital as I could. I ended up going on quite a few weekend trips with friends and a one week family vacation to a kids hotel in Austria. Good times!
We developed a rhythm at the kids hotel where we'd have a joint family breakfast before Anita headed out with the kids to the bunny slope behind the hotel. Leonie was attending her second ski course and making nice progress. Lukas would sled the same slopes and play in the snow. Then they'd spend the afternoon in the hotel daycare while Anita could enjoy some alone time in the spa. Meanwhile I was skiing as much and as hard as I could. Then we'd meet up again in the late afternoon for time in the hotel pool. Leonie is attending swimming lessons at home and was eager to practice in the pool. She's currently at a dangerous level of skill: confident enough that she'll happily rocket right into the deep end of the pool. Yet, she can't actually swim yet, so will do some dog paddling to keep her head above water while looking around for us to rescue her. Lukas as always is inspired by his big sister and so will jump right after her. Exciting times.
Surgery. Completely unrelated to the skiing ;-P Modern medicine is freaky. I arrived at the hospital by tram. Two hours later I was in the operating room. A shared room, so while they rolled me in, I could look into my neighbor's open foot. Local anaesthetics only. I kept up a conversation with my surgeon while he was literally taking a hammer, chisel and rasp to my bone. Completely surreal experience. I didn't feel pain, but I could still feel temperature and pressure and of course could hear just fine, so I was acutely aware of what was going on. A meat machine in for maintenance.
I left the hospital on the next morning. After only two days I was off pain killers and the wounds seemed to be healing well. Two weeks later I gave myself permission to walk without crutches again. When I saw the surgeon again three weeks after the procedure, he was quite surprised to see me walk around normally and without a cast. So from a recovery point of view things seem to be going much better than expected. Unfortunately I don't see much progress in terms of improved mobility in the joint yet. People tell me to be patient and continue with physical therapy for a few months, but it is a bit disappointing. The surgeon's dry comment: "You should consider yourself lucky to be alive and walking at all."
85 kmh is quite enough!!!!!
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