At the Hospital

As most of you know, I was recently dropped while being let down from a climbing wall.  I fell about 20-25 feet, breaking both heels.  It's been just over two interesting months now since I was in the hospital but I'm just now getting around to putting up a few pictures.  I wish I had taken a lot more, but I felt kind of funny being a tourist at the hospital.  Maybe not everyone was having as much relative fun as I was.  Of course most other people in my room were just being sissies.  They were all there when I got there and still there when I wheeled myself home.  One had a sore throat, another a sprained ankle that he could walk on, and another something wrong with his shoulder.  It sounds like Koreans love staying in the hospital, either to collect on insurance from accidents or just some time away from work.  We've learned not to be alarmed when we hear things like "my sister is in the hospital."  She probably just stubbed her toe.

Anyway, here are some photos of my couple of days there.  The people from the climbing gym took great care of me while I was there.  They made sure that I rarely had to eat the hospital food and kept me company the whole time.  It was kind of awkward, language-barriered company, but it was really nice.

 This is Sinchan, the gym owners' son.  He's basically a live cartoon character.  He's really warm and friendly, and a great little climber.

 This is Sukyung.  She and her husband own the gym.  She dropped me.  But at least she took great care of me after the fact.  Actually, she was in a terrible accident a few years ago that she's still recovering from, as you can see by her crutch in the background.  She was so kind as to let me use her wheelchair these past two months.

This is my little hospital support team.  They wheeled me out to dinner after hearing that I loved octopus.

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It's been a good experience, though not easy.  I'm just thankful that it wasn't as bad as it easily could have been.  At least now I have fresh fleshy feet again.  They're a little hobbly and sore, but it's great.  I'm hoping to be back to walking and running and climbing again soon.  But for now it's one step at a time, slowly gaining strength, remembering and experiencing how fragile I am and how quickly and drastically things can change beyond my control.