My surgeon told me this morning that I'd never ski again, or hike for that matter. But that I could take up golf. I was really tempted to tell him to "go fuck your self and never say 'never' to me." But then just spent the morning all broken down thinking 37 is too young for this, until manning up and deciding to fight this to the end and believe I can get back out there. Maybe he's just pissed that I decided to fly to seattle tomorrow to go to another surgeon who has more experience with this fracture.
Anyhow, apologies for the anti-stoke here. Just figured you all would understand. Now that I cant get out of bed I'll try and edit some footage for your pleasure.