I got this shoe in the hospital, and after staying there for 8 days, they let me go home.

First though I had to fit into it which took longer than anticipated and then i had to learn to walk on crutches with that shoe on, only putting a little bit weight on it.

For the next 6 weeks I had to constantly wear it. Day and Night. I only took it off - carefully - when we washed the foot or when it itched too badly.

After a while it started to smell like Salami even though we did wash my foot once sometimes twice a day with soap even! And even washed the soft cloth, the inside of the shoe. Good thing we got an extra one.

I was not supposed to stand on my foot, or only put a little weight on it when walking so I needed crutches and didn’t leave the house for weeks. You must know, I live on the 5th floor - without elevator.

It was a sunny Sunday, the snow and ice was melted away and I had practiced the staires so I felt confident enough to conquer the whole 5 floors. Slowly I descended and was so glad and happy and thrilled when I finally made it, breathed fresh air and felt the warm sun on my skin. Simply amazing. I only got  to the market square, normal walk of 2 minutes or less. Then I was totally exhausted and needed to sit down.

After a rest, enjoying the sun tremendously we walked on to the nearest Restaurant where we had something to drink and I got to rest again. I  was a bit scared  about the fact that going down was probably less strenous than claiming those stairs up. But after a drink (iced tea) and a  longer rest, we walked home again and started the challenge of walking up those stairs.

Of course I made it but you can imagine, that I was totally spent, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. A few hours later I woke up again - hungry
More about this adventure later. Have a sweet day!

The 28th of a month is special to me now, not only is m y birthday on a 28th, but I broke my foot on a 28th. It was the last Sunday in December. A beautiful sunny day.

My girlfriend and two other friends went to Braunwald. We wanted to enjoy the sun and the snow. We rented a sleigh and drove down a beautiful made sleigh way.

We wanted to go down a second time before we stopped for lunch. And it happened in the upper third of the way, I drove into a net, foot first.

I felt it the moment it happened, a excruciating pain went through my leg and all I could do was throw my sleigh away from me and trying to get out of the net. And I saw my foot at an unusual angle hanging. I turned around and put my leg on the snow and decided not to move anymore. I knew I didn’t need to try and get up. I knew it was broken.

To make a long story short, I was picked up by REGA, our air rescue service. They landed the helicopter on the sleigh runway and had to carry me up. I got my first helicopter flight! But I did not see much, I just know I wanna fly in one again, but this time sitting and being able to enjoy it more.

On this picture I am just waking up from surgery being very very thirsty and because for some - unko0wn to me - reason I was not allowed to drink any water, so I sucked on a wet piece of cloth.