So, here’s the gal all suited up and ready to snowmobiling. Ain’t she cute.
Everything was fine as long as we went on wide roads. But we ended up on this trail that quickly turned very narrow. There were two or three moguls in a row like humps of a camel, each about four feet high. Being the hotdog I am—not—I went up the first one at about minus two miles an hour. Down the other side. It happened so fast. I think I hit a bump at the bottom. That jounced my body up and forward, and forced my thumb against the throttle. Which basically floored the snowmobile up the next hill.
Two things amaze me about this photo. One—I’d figured the snowmobile was on its left side, because I fell off to the left. But it’s on its right side. Second, I’m exactly parallel to it, but facing 180 degrees the opposite direction.
There are runners on each side of the snowmobile to rest your feet on. At the front of those runners is a portion that has an outside panel, so your foot can be in this three-sided area. Evidently the snowmobile veered over the hill and tilted to the right. I got thrown to the left. With my left foot caught in that compartment, and the weight of that big machine careening in the opposite direction, my body was wrenched fully backward. Somewhere in that process (apparently not nearly soon enough) the foot came free.
This is why the outside break in my ankle is not a clean break. In fact the bones are pulled apart. And why the inside ligament is so badly torn. And why I had to have a plate and eight screws, six holding on the plate, one at an angle to hold the two parts of the bone together, and a long one going all the way from the fibula to the tibia.
And I swear, the whole thing happened in two seconds.
In my Psalm reading this morning I was in the 140’s. Psalm 147:10-11 says:
He does not delight in the strength of the horse;
He does not take pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord favors those who fear Him,
Those who wait for His lovingkindness.
I like that verse 10.
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