Hi all! Well, I'm back. Had a pretty good vacation, although D struggled with her anorexia more than I would have hoped during the week. I managed to finish a couple of really good books that are helping me understand this illness better - unfortunately, they also help me understand how misguided much of current therapy for anorexia really is.
I was riding pretty well, and quite pleased with myself, until I took a spectacular fall the last day out. Went flying and landed on my right chest. At first I thought I was going to have to call ski patrol to get me down the mountain, but I managed to get up and ride (gingerly!) down by myself.
I didn't think I cracked any ribs, thought more that I had probably briefly dislocated a couple at the costochondral joint. Now, after a couple of days of pain and a few Vicodin, I'm starting to think cracked ribs are a possibility - darn this hurts!!!!
