Long time no see

Hey, sorry about the super delay in posts.  I got swamped with finals and health related stuff then fell out of the habit of posting on here so I guess I have quite a bit of catching up to do!

The picture below is what I did to my knee - ACL torn and MCL weakened.  I also bruised my bone incase anyone cares about that.

Basically what happened was this, I was skiing at turtle speed crossing between some route and tripped.  Like, I don't even know how I hurt my knee this bad; a fat fly could have outrun me at the rate I was going.  Anyway, I lost sight of my skis in the powder and then must have crossed them?  I don't really know, but then I was suddenly in the air, heard two pops, then was facing back the way I came.  The snow was so deep where I fell that when I tried to breath I panicked because I got a puff of snow down my throat.

After digging myself out, I braced for the pain and sure enough it came.  I can't remember actually screaming from pain before - not like this.  When I remember it though, I don't actually think it was that bad? Honestly, I don't really know why I screamed, so it must have been from the pain right?  All I remember was the person I was skiing with called up to me "You alive?" Yes, yes I was.

Well I got a ride in the sled coffin (check that off my bucket list) and talked them out of calling the ambulance and taking me to a hospital.  Instead I went to the local clinic and they instantly put this gibson cast on me.  I. Hated. it.  I wore that damn thing for a month, you know how hard it is to have to go everywhere on crutches in that damn thing?! No, I'm not talking about actually getting places.  I'm talking about the people who kept stopping me and asking if I was ok.  EVERYONE STOPS YOU.  "Do you need help?" "Can I carry something." "OH whats wrong?" "Are you ok?" These were not people I knew and it happened every 20 feet.

Also every time you go to the hospital you get a card so they don't have to do anything but swipe your card for check in.  It's like I'm collecting baseball cards I have so many now.  5 cards.  I have gone to five different hospitals for various things.  It's like I'm on the mythical quest for the MRI that can only be achieved through a series of riddles.  Answer me these riddles three if you want to see your busted knee, 「パンはパンでも食べられないパンは、なぁに？」Yeah me too everyone, me too.

Here is a fun picture edition of the progression of my leg from start to current state.

Look no gibson, but there is a brace under the jeans.