It’s always when you least expect it, that life has a way of kicking you in the head. For me, it probably had a lot to do with my own overconfidence. I decided that I had had enough of the bunny hill, that I was ready to move up to something serious. It didn’t go quite as well as I planned, and ended abruptly with the ski patrol bringing me up the hill on a back board.
Fortunately, I hadn’t broken anything, but with all the bruises and tweaked muscles it still hurt like a sonofabitch. I managed the pain with ice packs, ibuprofen, and Tylenol for a while, but the pull of the magic bottle was just too strong.
I was supposed to have turned it over when I started rehab, and I did, with one of the bottles. But I had a backup plan—I always had a backup plan for the important stuff—another doct
