February 10, 2004

Mija vs. The Mountain

Alright, so I hit the mountain and the mountain won. Sort of. But I did walk away. Well, okay, so I limped away.

The timeshare at Christmas Mountain was very nice and comfy; the master bedroom suite complete with a large jacuzzi, and the living room with a wood fireplace. I got to make nice, big fires, and we played lots of boardgames and did crosswords.

The five of us (do I dare call us the Fab 5?) did quite well skiing at Devil's Head on Saturday. It was a beautiful day; it wasn't very busy. A little bit of a refresher course for Kevin and me, a proper lesson for Mark, and something almost resembling a ski slope for Simon. Adam even managed to try a few of the black runs. The trouble wasn't until Sunday night, when we decided to go night skiing at Christmas Mountain, a puny little bump. I got a little confident, decided to go down a blue with some speed, let myself get distracted, slipped and fell, my skis didn't come off, and I slid down a chunk of hill with my right leg in a funny position. Nothing broken, but sore. Getting up out of 3 feet of powder is kind of fun though. It's a bit like trying to swim through snow.

We were sad to see our intrepid travellers leave yesterday, but at least the return trip was uneventful for them. (Why is it that flights are never cancelled when you want them to be cancelled?)

Kevin and I went back to work today, and I made a stop at the clinic to have my knee evaluated. The doctor thinks that it is a medial collateral ligament sprain and a medial meniscus injury, possilbly a tear. The bottom line is that I get to go to physical therapy, but hopefully there will be no surgery. I swear that the clinic is starting to become my second home. I think I've been there once a week for the past 5-6 weeks, not to mention the every other week visits for allergy shots.

Hmmm... maybe I won't be going skiing again this season. *sigh*

Posted by Mija at February 10, 2004 11:18 PM
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The really silly thing is that, with the exception of Simon(1), Mija was looking the best of the lot of us in terms of style and control. rAdam just aims and shoots (ask him about the jump some time). Mark knows no fear. Well, maybe a little, but he keeps it well hidden. And I'm just my usual, slow-to-sports self.

(1) Simon, who, just to prove how easy US slopes are, practices posture and technique while tanking down blacks that near introduced me to a new use for shirt tails.

I feel particularly guilty because I was the distraction Mij refers to just before her fall. I'd found myself somewhat hurtling down the slope and came to a controlled but dramatic stop (about 5 ft short of the trees), and my good wife checked to see if I was OK...

ex-Hyperthyroid, now sans-thyroid. Blood pressure issues. Alergies out the wazoo. Recent eye infection. And now Injured leg while skiing.

Mija may be visited in the "safe, comfortable and locked room" in our house. Please bring up to date medical records for review before entry, and be prepared to shout through the plexiglass.

Posted by: Kevin at February 11, 2004 05:10 PM

Poor Mij! I am so sorry. This is why I think people are not meant to have sticks tied to their feet and thrust down a mountain (or in the case of MN, a small hill). Just isn't right.

Well, I hope you have a nice hunky physical therapist -- oh, sorry, Kevin, I meant ugly PT. :)

XOXO,
Michelle

PS: I recommend YOGA.

Posted by: Michelle at February 12, 2004 12:20 PM

Hmm, if we're the Fab 5, who do we get to makeover first? Any volunteers? Anyone? It won't hurt. Hmm, actually with the five of us involved, I take that back. It probably will probably be quite painful indeed :)

Posted by: iMark at February 16, 2004 05:40 PM
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