Ouch

So I've been out climbing up at Exit 38 a bunch recently. As much as four times in a week! You'd think I was a serious climber or something.

Unfortunately, the last trip ended with a bang and an ambulance ride to the hospital. I've two broken ankles. One is broken in a regular sort of you-have-a-fracture-here's-a-cast sort of way. The other is broken more in a compound-fracture-bone-sticking-out-and-lots-of-shattered-bits sort of way.

After telling the story a number of times, I've started blogging about it separately over at TwoBrokenAnkles.blogspot.com