Took a stoopid slow speed over the bars yesterday. Bindings didn’t release due to having them up for higher speed crashing scenarios. Heard a loud pop at the end of extension from the over the bars. Once I got rolled over the pain hit me and I knew immediately that I tore my Achilles. Fuck me. Maybe I just strained it real bad. Took another gingerly run and about 3/4 of the way down reality set in of, “ yep, it’s bad”.
Went to the patrol shack and had them help get my boot off and assess. I reached down and pushed on my left Achilles, mushy....
Packed ice around it to drive the 1hr to OSSM in CDA. Saw the nurse who confirmed my fears. Said there is some still attached but I need surgery asap. Luckily Dr. Brown, who specializes in Achilles reconstruction/attachment and is one of the best in the NW was able to squeeze me in his schedule. Surgery is next Thursday.
Ski season is done for this guy. Going to be a long 3 months as I don’t sit idle very well. Hoping to be able to at least hobble into the gym and do some stuff soon after surgery. I’ll see what the surgeon says and go from there.
Feck.
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