Post-injury climbing: being held back sucks

I can barely believe that back in August I was told there was a 90% chance my BONE WOULD DIE and I’d likely have fusion surgery and it would be all dramatic and terrifying and I wouldn’t walk again and my whole life would change.

“There is an 80-90% chance the bone will die, disintegrate, and collapse.”

“And you’ve already lost all side mobility in that ankle. That’s gone.”

Laying in a hospital bed, high on morphine, I stared at a surgeon who was explaining to me in no uncertain terms that I had FUCKED UP.