Anna Turner: Pass the panadol please | Canterbury Opinion | Local Voices from Canterbury, New Zealand

I lost a bit of wisdom this week.

Two of my teeth were unceremoniously pulled from my jaw, leaving me sore and grumpy for days afterwards.
It's generally thought they're called wisdom because they come through later in life - when you are older and supposedly ``wiser''.

But I'm not sure that's the case, considering my boyfriend and I made a rather less than wise decision last week. After a late night out on Saturday celebrating the engagement party of two of our friends, we decided to get up at 7am and go skiing.

He had a brand new snowboard he wanted to try before the season ended, so, tired and with sore heads, we made our way up the mountain. First run of the day, going a little too fast, he clipped an edge and went tumbling a few metres down the mountain, badly damaging the ligaments in his ankle.

He had to stare longingly at his new board while we drove back to Christchurch.

Sitting in Accident and Emergency at 10pm, I realised a bright blue jumpsuit from the 70s looks a bit strange when taken out of its context. It's like that togs/undies ad from TV.

On the mountain, you're a skier. Away from the snow, you're just a weirdo in a jumpsuit.

Packing the crutches into the car, I also realised our decision to go skiing that day was probably a bit stupid. We both spent a few painful days at home bruised and battered - him unable to walk, me unable to talk. I'm not really sure who was looking after whom.

One thing could be communicated without words though - pass the panadol please?