jessicaskis
jessicaskis
Jessica likes to ski
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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NMES with quad tenses and leg lifts.
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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Day 5 post-op: I’m feeling the best I’ve felt since the operation. I can walk without the crutches confidently, and I am going in tomorrow for my first PT appointment. Then the first post-op appointment with my surgeon. Bring it on!
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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This piece by Golsa Golchini really speaks to me and reminds me of my crash. But in a good way. It makes me think that everything broken can be put back together in an even more beautiful way.
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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Mary Jane - Winter Park - Colorado, USA
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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Mask by Sleep Walck
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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poem: wish I could enjoy it
I awake to snow outside my sick bed,
unique flakes falling with millions of friends.
alone, with sleepy eyes, I find the beauty.
how excited mountain riders must be!
fresh tracks every run of the day,
powdery perfection and pure bliss.
in time my feet will return to tight boots,
early mornings praying we’ll wake to snow.
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jessicaskis · 4 years ago
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Three days ago, on Monday March 1, 2021, I tore my ACL while skiing on a blue corduroy run at Winter Park. I had been skiing above and below the tree line that morning on Mary Jane, and I happened to head down to go to the lodge for lunch. There was a blue run with some remaining corduroy that I happened upon, making big arcs with a huge smile on my face. Then, all of the sudden, I was hitting the ground. I caught an edge and heard a pop. My left ACL had been torn, but I had no idea at that exact moment. My ego was more bruised than my knee, and I tried to get up. My knee buckled under me and I hit the snow. Ski patrol stopped and the rest is a blur of blue sky from the sled that transported me down the mountain. The doctor on duty told me the bad news, and I was issued a black brace and crutches, then discharged.
That was 3 days ago, and I have high hopes that everything will be ok. Without optimism, one cannot look to the future without wincing.
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