{"id":5800,"date":"2015-03-08T12:21:46","date_gmt":"2015-03-08T20:21:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=5800"},"modified":"2015-09-29T09:23:28","modified_gmt":"2015-09-29T16:23:28","slug":"skiing-in-wyoming-new-hip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2015\/03\/08\/skiing-in-wyoming-new-hip\/","title":{"rendered":"Skiing in Wyoming. New Hip."},"content":{"rendered":"

Sylvia and I were in Pinedale, Wyoming, for four nights, visiting our daughter Isabel.<\/p>\n

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You fly into Jackson Hole, and wham, you\u2019re in the Tetons.<\/p>\n

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Isabel has a jewelry store<\/a> in Pinedale. I love looking at all the stuff in her shop. <\/p>\n

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Nothing more fascinating than the studio of a working artist.<\/p>\n

For me the high point of the trip was when I went cross-country skiing on virgin snow on a high mountain ridge above Fremont Lake with Isabel and her husband Gus. Such a feel of being on another planet.<\/p>\n

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On the trip I was reading Kim Stanley Robinson\u2019s 2312 <\/em>all the while. Alternating between feeling despair and hope about my own novel. He has lot of so-called terraria and aquaria, which are little worlds made from hollowed-out asteroids, in some ways like the basin worlds my characters will drive through. I like his focus on the different kinds of biomes, like alpine, rain forest, taiga, arctic, forest.<\/p>\n

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KSR excels at nature writing\u2014staggering scenes on Mercury, Saturn, and Earth. And he gets into deep stuff about social history, quite serious and enlightening…when I do that, it\u2019s more in a satirical Sheckley-style way.<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s always fun walking around Pinedale. I like how this one guy has an old 1930s car in his front yard. Very R. Crumb, I think of the cover of Zap Comix #0 <\/em>.<\/p>\n

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Another shot of me high up on the peak. I wear these things called gaiters around my ankles and my shins when I ski\u2014they keep the snow from getting into your low-cut ski shoes. A tricky thing about my old gaiters is that, in order to fasten the snaps on their outer sides, I kind of need to push my knees in towards the center and twist my body.<\/p>\n

But this is a bad thing to do if you have artificial hips, you can pop your hip out this way. I have two artificial hips: one (less good) from 2011, and one (slightly better model) from 2012.<\/p>\n

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On my last afternoon in Pinedale, I popped out the old artificial hip on my left side by twisting, squatting, and turning my knee to fasten that button my ski gaiter. I was pitifully excited about taking another ski, this one was to be on the surface of the frozen lake.<\/p>\n

A slow crunch and slide and it\u2019s out. It\u2019s the third time a pop has happened on that truly crappy left hip. The previous two times I went to a clinic and the people there sedated me, pulled really hard on my leg, and popped the hip back in. <\/p>\n

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But the medics in the Pinedale clinic were somehow unable to do this, although at first we didn\u2019t realize that they\u2019d failed. Long story short, I underwent a grinding level-eight-out-of-ten pain haze on a very long and much delayed air trip back to my regular hip doctor in Los Gatos. I was taking a pain pill every two or three hours, which leveled it out for me. Flatness of affect.<\/p>\n

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I did see one pain + meds hallucination, a guy at a table near us in a terminal during our endless airplane trip, the guy was wearing a dark beige parka, and for a moment the wrinkled hood shape looked like a creased face containing a single large eye. Everything\u2019s of value if you\u2019re an SF writer.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d hoped my Los Gatos doctor could just pop the hip back in, but he felt it would be better to do a full re-install\u2014with a new fake hip. An \u201camendment\u201d\u009d as they call it. Went to the hospital and pre-registered, which took a really long time, with lots of redundant filling out of very nearly identical forms.<\/p>\n

As I was riding the pain pills, the very prolonged form-filling-out process didn\u2019t bother me. Calm acceptance. At ease in the moment. Able to stare at a talking face without caring what it\u2019s saying. But, it\u2019s not like being high\u2014it\u2019s not satisfying<\/em>. It\u2019s more like being tired. I can use this mental quality for the state of mind of one of my aliens.<\/p>\n

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Driving back from the pre-registration, with the operation slated for the next morning, we stopped by the supermarket and I wondered if I might be about to die. I used a trick I like to do when in this situation, I looked for the beauty in the world around me. Fluorescent lights and reflected trees.<\/p>\n

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The next morning I went under the knife for three hours, with spinal tap anaesthetic for my lower body, and they dosed me with Michael Jackson propofol for my head. Eventually I awoke in fits and starts in a large room with at least a dozen or maybe twenty patients coming to. Like deep-sleeper starship troopers being resuscitated. Everyone is completely out of it. Like, \u201cHuh?\u201d\u009d and \u201cWha?\u201d\u009d The surgery recovery room. No family members allowed in here, just nurses and aides, fully unintelligible. <\/p>\n

Conversations around me, and I imagine the conversations are important and that they include remarks directed towards me, or instructions I\u2019m supposed to follow, or opportunities I need to pick up on. I have the feeling that the conversations relate to surfing. I try to say something in response, but I\u2019m not sure I really do. I keep nodding off, sinking back into deep inattention.<\/p>\n

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I spent a day in the hospital, and the doctor let me go home early. Lots of pills. On the nod. He scraped my bone away from the old socket like a diver using his knife to free an anchor fluke from fans of overgrown coral. And sliced and sewed my flesh.<\/p>\n

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These two pushy physical-therapy-counselor women kept coming by my hospital room right before I left. They wanted to lecture me about the importance of exercise and careful motion, and even though at some level I knew they were right, they seemed bossy, impatient, condescending. One of the women was threatening to block my release.<\/p>\n

It was handy to be fully loaded on meds—so I that could vacantly and insolently stare at this talking face that annoyed me, tuning it out.<\/p>\n

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Back home now, with a solid new hip, recuperating pretty fast, already able to walk, and doing an hour of therapy exercise every day. With a fresh bundle of useful SF material. And none of the pain takes away the joy of skiing that high ridge. And the joy of seeing the Isabel Jewelry world headquarters.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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