The Whistler Wounded

The boys are back from Whistler a little earlier than planned. When Mickey got out of the car, he could barely walk. He promises me there were no wild antics, no splits, no upside down tequila shots, no jitter-bugging on the dance floor. It may be that after three days of very hard skiing (with a bunch of guys that are 20-30 years younger!) he severly pulled or tore an inner thigh muscle. He looks like he's in a bunch of pain.
We called our neighbor, George Berni for a referral and instead he showed up at our door for a more thourough exam. Based on what Mickey relayed, George is suggesting an ultrasound to rule out a blood clot in the vein (highly unlikely, but worth confirming). Once that's ruled out, he 'll recommend an orthopedic buddy for a more specific recovery plan. We had dinner and he's on the couch until he limps to bed. More to follow....