When I was at the hospital one day, a man walked by with his leg and foot in plaster, using crutches.One of the nurses recognised him and asked, Hello, how are you? to which he replied, Oh you know, getting there! I don't think either of them realised how funny that was, but it made me smile. I was dying to say Yes, I'm sure you getting there.... slowly.
I was in hospital and a young man was being wheeled past with his leg in plaster. The porter said to him " Do you think that you will go up Snowdon again?".
Welshtanner – not quite as ironic as you think. I snapped a femur when I fell off a rock climb and had a pin inserted. But I couldn’t wait for everything to heal properly so I could get back to the rock.
Before the accident, though, I’d been just as happy free climbing as roped. When I started climbing again I realised I’d lost nearly all of the cojones needed to tackle bold moves, and I gave up. That must be about 20 years ago and I’ve never climbed since.
Still, if anyone had asked me (in hospital) if I’d go climbing again I’d have given them an emphatic ‘yes’.