Oh shit, I here you dude. But I have a fear of hospitals and being stuck in them. I was probably still amped off adrenaline from eating shit. As soon as I tried to stand up and dropped I was cool with the sled trip down. Kind of had to have broken something. Didn't look before I leaped, and legitimately cleared the landing on a 40 foot table built in the flats on east coast ice. Kind of had to have busted something even best case scenario. Actually didn't even find out I broke my femur in a few spots till a week after when my leg was swelling up. Vicodin will do that to pain.
This time I just figured, the last time I messed up my spine I was wrong so I better listen to people that know about that shit. And I was so loopy from the concussed action I couldn't tell.
I guess It's good I went and know that I'm legit tis time around. But I still hate hospitals. Well not hate them, but hate going, and am afraid enough to avoid them.
Rips must suck though. Regardless of pain pills, breathing has to be effed up for a while