I am no longer in Bozeman, Montana, I came back to Israel a week and a half ago and have been working on recovering at my Mom's place. It's funny really, how life slows down on you when you really can't do all that much. On the one hand, I've got tons of time, I spend most of it in bed or on the couch. Energy is low and I really hope that the doctor will let me start weighting my foot again in two weeks when I go back for a checkup. More than that, I've got my fingers crossed that the low energy levels I'm having are mostly related to a lack of physical activity and that once I start physical therapy, they'll bounce back pretty quickly. I've got a group I'm supposed to be guiding that lands five weeks from now and if there's one thing I know about recovering, it's really good to have a target to aim for, and that's mine at the moment.
The last post I wrote was all about what happened that day, one month ago and since that day I've had a whole lot of time to sit around and analyze the event, a lot more so than I had when I wrote the post, still totally exhausted and somewhat dazed after a head injury.
First of all, I realized how lucky I am that Nadav not only survived the fall, but had no significant injuries and was able to haul me out of there, a process that took about three hours. Had he been hurt even half as badly as I was, we may have had a true epic on our hands figuring out how to get ourselves to the car and then the hospital.
Secondly, I couldn't have asked for a better partner than someone who is not only cool headed but also both a wilderness emergency medical technician and has spent years of his life teaching rescue technique to find myself in this predicament with. Again, I'm convinced I got the best case scenario here.
Third, a whole community of people that I had only recently met came together to help me out, starting in the hospital, followed by the week I spent on the couch and then with Nadav who helped me drive all the way to Minneapolis and Rotem, my brothers amazing fiance who flew in from NYC to help me with the rest of the drive to DC. Tim and Irit that hosted us in Milwaukee on our way there and of course my Dad and Renee and her brother Eric that all helped me unload the van and pack for Israel. Being on crutches really sucks but I can only imagine how impossible it would have been if I had needed to figure out all that stuff on my own!
|What would a blog post be without at least one photo? I was going to put up some shots of stitched up hands and swollen feet but I decided that this picture that Phil Lester took on my last skiing day before the accident was a lot prettier looking. You can see more of his photos here.|
People often ask me about being back and forth between two pretty different places, Israel and the states. I have come up with a kinda smirk answer that I usually use, it's called International Displacement Syndrome or IDS for short. Sometimes I add words like Chronic or Acute to the beginning of it just to spice things up.
Really though, for most of the last few years I've managed to live life ping ponging back and forth between Israel and the US and for the most part those transitions have happened at moments where I felt I have hit a dead end doing something and needed to change things up.
Most of the time this has worked out really well for me with just letting these "chapters" of life sort of run their course, maybe it's the fact that I sort of got "dumped" out of this chapter and expedited back to Israel that has me sitting here cycling through existential thoughts, or maybe it's the time in Bozeman spent experiencing a place that has a healthy community with all of the things I love to do within a short distance that has led me to start thinking that if I really need mountains to be happy in life then I should find a community in the mountains somewhere.
Maybe it's the fact that in Israel, we're all stuck in the same basic season all year and hurting ourselves overtraining on limestone sport projects while trying to push into harder grades because we've climbed everything else already. In any case, I'm not sure exactly why I'm using my blog as an outlet for these frustrations but I am certain that it's time for me to spend more time away from here and come back with more clear expectations and ambitions.
Since getting back to Israel, I've had a chance to hang out with a whole bunch of friends, most of them had heard about the accident last month already but for some reason, despite them having read what I thought was a pretty clearly written blog post, have been saying things like "Oh, I read your blog, the picture of the broken helmet looked really scary... but what happened?". In the shortest possible explanation, we were standing above an ice climb and a small avalanche (or just a lot of loose snow) came down and sent us falling over what we had just climbed, About 50 meters in total.
Sorry if I used too many technical terms without explaining them, I'll try to keep things more reader friendly for the general non climber audience in the future.
In the end, it's back to the same conclusion. Broken bones get better in the end but it looks like IDS and wander lust are for life.