Not the bloody wrist again !!!!!!!!!!!!

So my family and I went off on boxing day to Obergurgl. Paula, Emma and Adam to ski and me to climb up the 8000 feet peaks over there. Obergurgl is magnificent and the weather (again there) was just amazing. There was plenty of snow and the sunset scenery was just stupendous.

My loyal training partner son, Adam, joined me on the third day for one of the climbs which was great.

Emma is a very good skier and came second in her high-grade race and Adam had the best time of the day in his more junior race. Pretty good kids - well done !!

Then on the last day I did it again. Having successfully climbed and descended the local 8000 feet peak  4 times in the week I went out on the last day, in far too icy conditions and pretending to be superman, an hour from the bottom I  slid about 40 feet down a descent slope and landed on my wrist. Those that no me know that last year I broke my left wrist in Obergurgl - this time I landed on the right. For ten minutes I lay there and dared not move. Bloody hell no I thought - not two years on the trot !!!!!

At the moment it is very swollen and painful though I am pretty sure it is not broken- just very badly sprained. Hopefully it'll be mended in 4 weeks. Cos that's all the time we have left before we go !!!!!!!!! I can't hold a pole and I can't really move it. Ice-packs and anti-inflammatories are my new best friends.

A great start to 20011. What an idiot I feel.