Prayers continue.
Since it's close to the anniversary, I'l relate it.
I fell on ice. No big deal, unless you are miles away from everybody, and wandered off to get some privacy to answer a call of nature/talk to a man about a horse/bleed a lizard... or whatever euphanism you might want to use for a full bladder.
During a blizzard, on a moutain. Not my best ever judgement.
Slip, fall, ouch.. Like serious ouch. Passing out in a blizzard, repeatedly, hypothermia, internal bleeding, frostbite.
Assurance of salvation and acceptance of my probable future were there also.
But I did make it. Yay! (I suppose... it was nice when things were quiet).
I only lost a kidney and spleen and spent 2 weeks in the ICU.
Avoid if possible.... It always sucks, regardless of how pretty the nurses are.
My first rule, when stuck on a mountainside, during a blizzard, is to check my relationship with Christos. If that's ok, I'll be ok. And that worked for me.
Although, I would really be happier if I had gone home. Not to mention friends and family that know me.
/johnny
Your fall on the ice does not sound like any fun at all.