Over the weekend I had the opportunity to show off an embassingly studpid manuveur upon exiting a ski boat. The resulting crash of my unbraced body against the edge of the dock left me writhing in agony. The upshot… a fractured rib.
After visiting the ER with subsequent x-rays and a cat scan (to check for spleen damage), they confirmed that I fractured my 9th rib. Needless to say, Percoset is now my best new friend! There is no wrapping or taping of my torso, so even the slightest movement can at times unleash a series of growns and salty speech.
It is uncertain to me just how long I will be feeling this injury, but I suspect that it will take several months of gradually deminishing pain. The big question is whether I will be up for the 7 day backpack trip in Baxter 6 weeks from now??
Posted by Donald Potter at 11:35 AM. Filed under: Maine •
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