yes!

For the first time since January 2004, I can go skiing. And to a doctor. But also skiing!

Well, I could have gone anytime I wanted in the last three years. But if my leg broke I would have had only Liz to set it. As much faith as I have in Lizard's intentions of setting my leg, she might also be easily distracted by how neat it is to be wrenching bone around, and then she'd call Chad to come over and check it out, and then we'd be stuck for another two hours waiting for Chad.

In the meantime, I would pass out and die. It's a good story.