I just didn't quite pick up the subtle gesture of good luck and well wishing and took it literally! Story goes as follows. Got up on Saturday and looked out the window onto a beautiful sunny spring day. First day of April and it was just too inticing to do prepatory stuff for the civil union weddnig to take place next weekend. We could still get out for a "short" ski tour and make it back in time to shop for some shoes for the wedding...if my ride off the mountain hadn't been a helicopter!
Four of us headed to a nearby mountain well known for it's sunny weather. After a warm ski up, we started our descent and stopped for about 30 minutes and ate, sunned ourselves and then decided that we needed to continue so that we'd have time for our errands.
About 15 minutes later, as I was cruising through some "anklebreaker" thick wet snow, it happened. I went down into my tele turn to slow my speed and as I did, somehow my right ski shot out to the side...next thing I know, I was tumbling over and over and knew that something wasn't quite right due to the fact that my right leg was pointing in toward my left one and my lower leg was turned even more...ouch.
Not to get too gorey, but 2 other groups helped out...telephoned the mountain rescue squad, and helped to stabilize me. I was conscious and coherent, though in pain...and after an amazing 6 minutes we heard the sound of the helicopter. The next 30-40 minutes were a bit of a blur due to the fact that I was given a healthy dose of morphine and sent spinning into space. I remember having an out of body experience and yet could name the people that were tending to me... Loaded onto the helicopter, I remember looking up as the sky zipped by and finally we touched down at the helipad in Hall. After what seemed like forever, they x-rayed me, and decided that I needed surgery but this time, I went under...when I woke up, I learned that my hip was not broken, and was reset into the socket, but that I had successfully broken my right Tibia in 2 places (below the knee and above the ankle). Hey, if you're gonna do it...do it right.
After a week of negotiating with the hospital staff about how long I had to stay there, I was discharged on Friday...just in time for the wedding!!! (see above)
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