no problem

By Thursday, May 1, growing weak and having passed through stages of depression, hope, and prayer, Ralston decided he would have to break his arm near the wrist to extricate himself. “I was able to first snap the radius,” he calmly recalled, “and then, within a few minutes, snap the ulna at the wrist, and from there I had the knife out and applied the tourniquet and went to task. It was a process that took about an hour.”

i, um … life is wonderful. no problem. none whatsoever.

7 thoughts on “no problem

  1. now that you mention it — i’m getting ready to chew off my paw to get out of this trap, as we speak.

    wish me luck…

  2. hrmmm… I have considered chewing my arm off having woken from a drunken night of debauchery only to find the ten was in fact a three.

  3. i’m pretty sure i could, at the point where it was that or die of dehydration. i mean, for all the self-destructive things i’ve done in my life, what’s a little amputation?

  4. the thought of doing that still gives me the willies. But. being in that situation. I can understand his reasonings. still though. shudder

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