And this is how moguls should be done:
Look at them knees go. I’d definitely pass on the aerials. I wish.
Go for a walk, on crutches, around the estate. Make it about quarter of a mile then resort to the wheel chair Kurt’s following up with.
Each day it get’s just a smidgen easier. Thankfully I’m starting to wean off the Percocet. How any druggies cope with this brain addled state I’ll never know. Down to just two 10Mg tablets a day.
Well last nights snow didn’t come but on the bright side neither did the rain. We so badly need snow.
I see the loony liberal groups are all saying that it better to suffer a UK terrorist attack than suffer the government spying on us. My only hope is that if there is such an attack it befalls these numpties. Then we’ll see what they think.
Thank the FSM we’re +4,000 miles from all this lunacy back home.
Jasper’s ski debut. Hopefully he’ll learn to ski moguls better than me.
Call in at the Heber rehab centre t drop off bag of double dunking biscuits and a card for all the awesome staff who looked after me.
Then in the evening we go dow to TGIF with the Park City Mountain Sports group at Jeremy Ranch Country Club. Can’t believe it’s 63F when we set off at 18:00, like a summers evening.
Chris and DeShaun arrive around midnight. My meds and sleeping tablets ensure I sleep through it.
Kids finally shake a leg and get off skiing with Chris and DeShaun.
Ive managed to cut the Percocet down to 2 * 10Mg per day. Really need to get off these brain addler’s, you can feel them pausing your brain. Why any drug addict would want to be on this shit. Mind you the Valium I was on when in hospital was even worse. I can’t imagine how people cope with that.
Wendy nips up to team building, with Jasper, to pick up some $60 ski vouchers Todds got for us and then off to the daily supermarket trip. I’m left in with In The night Garden on TV. Addles your brains quicker than Percocet. Need to shake a leg and get up to get the controls to turn it off.
Afternoon starts with a trip to Walmart for socks. Yet another visit to Rite Aid, this time for some grease and slime for dry and cracked skin – is there no end to all this. Then, the real highlight, afternoon tea and coffee at Silver Star Cafe. A bit of sun and fresh air. Starting to get worried now as a 93 World War 2 veteran, complete with a steel bar in his right femur, shuffles up to me on his zimmer frame and starts chattering away. He has a superb zimmer frame, complete with sit down seat. Is this how I’m going to end up. Interesting guy to talk to and what a debt of gratitude we owe him.
Meanwhile Jasper’s giving Wendy the run around. Keeps her on her toes but her back struggles and as always I’m pretty useless.
Good news Jaspers has now learnt to say Papa. Prod him with my crutch and he says it like one of those push belly teddy bears.
Happy Mothers day. Pretty busy for Wendy.
Last of the Lovenox injections this morning. That’s a major breakthrough. It’s a daily 81Mg Aspirin from now.
Starbucks – don’t tell your parents.
George and Helen pop round with half a dozen St Patricks day cakes and a hot chilli casserole.
Help. Send snow.
Wendy and I are baby sitting again whilst the kids go down to the Outlet’s Centre. Jaspers a lot of fun but certainly a handful. Makes you realise why nature makes you have your kids young.
I’ll have a ride in this.
Are we totally deranged? If they’ve gone then burn their passport; take away their British citizen ship; don’t let them back in.
Shopping in the morning. See my rant below. Unbelievable.
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Chocolate ice cream (his new favourite word) at the Baja Cantina.
At Monkey Mountain.
By now I’m ready for hobbling out on me crutches and I’m in full blown Victor mode. I point out the ridiculous of a 7 centimetre short measure in an imperial measure store.
He then adds insult to injury by saying “well most people know their waist size”. That’s a great way to enamour yourself to your customer.
He traipses off and eventually returns with a tape measure in inches. Only one minor problem. It’s only 24″ long. I know I’ve lost weight but do I really look like a 24″ waisted ballerina? Victors now ready to vote with his crutches.
Kurt and Fiona are off skiing so we’re child minding. Take Jasper down to Monkey Mountain for a play.
By way of yet another complication it seems I’m now suffering with Guyson Canal Syndrome (self diagnosed of course). My little finger’s tingling due to pressure from the crutches on my hand which is trapping a nerve. A real bugger, because without me crutches I’m immobile. I really am beginning to wonder whether all the side effects / complications are worse than the original problem – well not really – but it does make you appreciate how you hear of the elderly suffering a fall and it kills them off.
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