Malcolm's Accident
This is the story of our attempted climb and my accident in Alaska on May 21, 1999. At the request of one of my doctors I narrated the story into a tape recorder while I was lying in a hospital bed in Anchorage. I didn’t write this, I told it so it lacks some of the finesse of a well-written story. In addition, I was still on a pretty high dose of pain killers so some it doesn’t make too much sense. Enjoy it for what it is, please.
Today’s date is April 11, 2000—getting close to the one-year anniversary of my fall. I’m still in a wheelchair but able to weight bear occasionally. One doc says it’s OK to weight-bear on my left but nothing on the right. Another doc says the opposite. So I trade days, eat my calcium supplements and submit myself to a hard core acupuncturist who, among other things, says I can’t have sex and coffee until my bones heal!
—Malcolm Daly
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