The pop from below

Well the snow is finially falling. And by falling I mean with the force and amounts of a dam that just let go and is spewing water down a canyon. After leaving work on Tuesday I was excited to head to the mountain and get back to what UT is known for, "The Greatest Snow On Earth". Wednesday was a great day. It snowed a little and The side-country, in bounce back country, had been closed for 32 hours and was untouched. Scott, Rich and I went through the gates at about noon on Wednesday for the first tracks in the untouched land of Honeycomb. We went about half way down the canyon found a great stash and headed in to some waist deep powder. The run was a long awaited rush of happiness. We enjoyed the old man winter and mother natures gracious gift of bottomless powder for the day.
As the day ended the snow continued to fall and fell it did till the next day. By Thursday morning there was another 10 inches on the ground. Everything got filled in and deep end. We spent the morning skiing under the powder horn lift. Two runs riddled with face shots, over head shots and if I was skiing with my mouth open I would choke on the snow hitting me in the face. The second run was the sweetest. You had to point the skis straight in order to get enough speed to make anything that would resemble a turn. I was slaying a perfect line down the powder horn bowl, dropping little cliff bands, carving picturesque turns when the worst sound any skier could hear came ringing in my ears; above the music playing in my helmet.
I took a fall off this little rock band that I was skiing over and with one little sound, heard my season end. It was the distinctive sound of my ACL popping. I cringed while laying face down in the snow. I knew the minute that it happened what had happened. I got to my feet and yelled to my friend KC, "I just blow out my ACL!!!"
With that a guy on the lift above me asked if I wanted ski patrol. I said no, there was no way i was getting a ride down the mountain and going to the clinic. After all I knew what had happened. I skied down with KC behind, to the base lodge where I got a beer, a bag of ice and 800mg of Ibuprofen. All this took place at about 10am, on the first full-on powder day of the season.
KC aided me to getting to the urgent care, which was useless and I then made an appointment with a sports medicine doctor. The appointment was made after talking to my mother who, rightfully so, guilted me into seeing a specialist. Its true always listen to your mother and they do know best. The decision was only reinforced by the friend/boss telling my "You pay for the insurance why not use it". So Friday at 930am I was in the doctors office, with the fate of my season hanging in the balance.
The doctor was unsure to the extent my ACL was torn, it is for sure my ACL, I really think that the doctor was afraid to give me any bad news. So an MRI was ordered, my first ever. Today is Saturday and I am stir crazy, to say the least, to see the doctor on Monday for the unveiling of the damage done. I will update on Monday.