The best laid plans of mice and men.

It was perfect. 5 days of beautiful weather forecasted. Food stashed in the necessary corners of the range. It was going to be an epic few days linking, what ever happened.
        Then on my way down the Valley Blanche early this morning, carrying a heavy bag of food and water to stash at the Leshaux, i managed to cross my approach ski's going far too fast over some icy moguls. A couple seconds later i was disorientated on the floor with blood dripping down my face and a lip inflating like an airbag. I've had concussion a number of times before, so shortly after i picked my self up, i knew i had about 40 mins before i would start throwing up and not seeing the difference between a crevasse and boot-track. I put my skis on my back and started booting as fast as i could up to the Midi, i had just passed the Gross Rognon when i fell so had a fair way to go.
       A guide or two stopped as i neared the midi, seeing the blood dripping from my face and my disorientated-wobbly walk, they offered what services they could, but i opted to carry on, almost running at one point as i raced the concussion-clock. Sure enough, as soon as i entered the ice tunnel of the Midi i couldn't hold it off any more and started violent dry and wet retching.
            I somehow made it to Sallanche hospital thanks to some helpful lifties. After a trip through a Cat-scan, lots of jelly on my face and more dry retching they let me out.
    

I really need a haircut as well.

 So there we go, not what i had planned. The idea of sun touching my face for the next week or so is unbearable. Its a bit upsetting to miss this weather and the great plan we had for it, but i guess it will make me get on with AK organizing instead.

I do however, stand by the fact that 130cm approach skis are cool......