I had courses in which I was both registered as a participant in for my own continuing training and education as well as courses that I was leading as an instructor -- predominantly with ice climbing. I had to cancel the work, but I was determined to partake in the courses that would be prerequisite certifications for the American Mountain Guides Association. I also wanted to keep commitments to some friends for ice climbing and ski mountaineering in the west Alps in the second half of February and into March.
I went through the standard check ups after a three day hospital stay. I had the cast changed three times as is standard procedure. The wrist was pretty severely broken. The operation, which happened on the evening after my accident on the 19th of January took over three hours and was a little complicated. The surgeon put in a plate with eleven screws, and basically asked, "What the fuck did you do?" The photo above shows my unauthorised, super customised tweaks to the soft cast that was put on just before my trip to the west Alps on the 12th of February. This allowed me to ...
Climb this easy couloir in Cogne on the 20th of February. It was my first time using ice tools on the real stuff. I had done some easy indoor climbing just two weeks after the injury. I also did swings and hangs with my ice tools, plus other supplemental training. I felt that my wrist was healing up well. I believe that the body is really magnificent in it's ability to adapt and recover. it is a phenomenal system that needs to be listened to with a calm mind. It then tells you what it needs. Mine needed to move, climb, ski.
When I was first climbing in the the indoor gym, about two weeks after surgery, one of the regulars asked me, "Are you allowed to climb?" Well in one sense, of course not. In another, why do you need permission? How many doctors do you know that have any idea about climbing? Less about ice climbing. And none that know my body. Even in the very good Austrian health care system, you go to your short follow up appointments, that take a handful of minutes at best, and are not really regarded as an individual but as a case with a standard protocol. It is very clear that as an individual patient you are not really seen or heard.
As you heal and recover, any stress applied in the right doses causes adaptations and improvements in the body. The trick is listening to your body and finding the right dose, which fluctuates day to day. The happy Joe face above shows just how very lucky I feel being in a narrow, rocky couloir with perfect styrofoam snow and solid ice. I was, however still climbing with my customised soft cast. The previous week, I was also wearing a cast as I completed some avalanche courses (as a participant) in Chamonix. I had to be a little imaginative with glove systems as I was skinning and skiing at that time.
I removed the cast. At the last check up about ten days prior, the examining doctor said I could have the cast removed on the 23rd of February. He said it would be no problem to have someone remove it in a hospital in France or Italy. I Just took it off myself. My wrist looked like a deformed sausage. i guess the hand modelling career has gone the way of my underwear modelling career because the wrist scar complements a pretty good scar I have somewhere else from a bouldering mishap.
Yesterday, 25th February, I got a little ambitious. I climbed a nice little 35 meter stretch of ice at WI3 to warm up and then did the approach to "Lillaz Gully" in Valille. I have soloed the gully before. It goes at WI4 and M5, or maybe it's WI3 and M-whatever. It doesn't matter. It's a nice couloir with steep ice steps, snow bowls and about ten meters of mixed climbing. I think it's around 200m long. It all went well.
Another happy face just before the crux ice and mixed pitch in the gully. I climbed with my wrist completely free of the cast and without using a removable splint. The range of motion is of course restricted still. My wrist is weak and painful in certain positions. But everyday will bring more mobility and strength.
An old, injured climbers standard treatment: a beer and ibuprofen. Icing the wrist, range of motion exercises and stretching are also clearly helpful. But, thank God for 'vitamin-I'.
Injuries make me feel as if I am behind a gate and I can't come out and play. I hate the state of being injured, yet I know that this state has come about because it is exactly what i need to learn a little tidbit about myself. The how and why of how you got yourself injured is something that absolutely needs to be examined. You find out that the injury is not something that has happened to you, it is something that you brought about. This realisation comes about by reflecting on your inner state at the time of your injury with honesty -- it is usually very enlightening.
It is far better and much nicer to be able to choose when to kick back and take it easy instead of being forced to. However injuries are always tools to learn about yourself and they end up teaching you very valuable lessons. Of course, it's always good to have the luck and good fortune to survive your injuries. That realization right there is a pretty good lesson.