This has nothing to do with climbing. Pretty much. I rode my bike to work yesterday, first time since late last October. It was fun, and it felt great! (And, in theory, it was $4 cheaper than taking the subway. I say 'In Theory', because I ended up taking 3 subway trips to the tune of $6 during the day for work. Bah.) It was also fairly terrifying. I had to run an errand for Christine after work which took me down through midtown and back again. Riding in Manhattan is always intense, especially in the afternoon. It was a little more intense than I had imagined my first ride of the season being: I was pretty well convinced that I was going to get car-doored. (I didn't.)
From what I hear, the guy who fell to earth on Saturday is doing somewhat better: I hear he is conscious and there doesn't appear to be any brain damage, and that he may not in fact have fractured C2 (we can only hope!). He's still on a respirator, and I honestly have no idea what his prognosis may be, but it sounds more hopeful to me than the initial reports. Hope and pray.
C is doing better, we went for a hobble round the block yesterday that took about 2 hours. She started PT the other day. Therapist is saying she may have also torn her labrum. I really hope not!
I just found out the other weekend that another friend of ours, Rich, took a really nasty fall ice climbing and fucked himself up real good. Broke a bunch of ribs, collapsed a lung, skewered himself with an ice screw, impaling his kidney, and messed up tendons/ligaments in his arm. From what I hear he's doing ok-ish now.
Be careful out there, it's a dangerous world!
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