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| yay ski lifts, the most safe form of transportation |
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| oh look i fell |
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| oops, i did it again |
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| magically made it down the bunny hill |
Anyway the day was going pretty well and I was feeling adventurous so my Dad and I decide to go to the top of the mountain and go down the blue slope. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. From where the second lift was to the top you could here the ice and its steepness was questionable. We decide to proceed anyway. That was the mistake. At the top looking out I was petrified and for good reason. Because as I was trying to stay calm and make my way down the mountain I lost control, and went straight into a tree (by this time my gopro had already fallen off and my dad had it with him) and I laid there stunned. I didn't hit my head, but my leg did hit the tree and contorted my body twisting my left leg and left arm. I was ahead of my Dad at the time and around a turn, so he didn't see me. I just kind of laid there shocked for about three minutes until a guy and his 7 year old son saw me in my bright yellow and red ensemble and helped me out of said tree. By the time I was standing up straight and my skis were on the ground a nice lady and her 6 year old daughter also stopped to help.
My goal was to get down the mountain. So I tried sliding down on my butt; it didn't work, it was too icy. I tried walking down. At least three times. I wasn't feeling it. By this time my Dad had made it back to where I was after looking and waiting for me at several point on the slope. He found me sitting where he had first stopped to try and find out where I went.
So when my Dad showed up he sent off the nice people who helped me and they said that they would tell the ski patrol what had happened so I would be safe getting down the mountain. When the first ski patrol guy comes, I tell him that I cannot physically get down said slope without having a panic attack. With this in mind he calls for another ski patrol who brings a sled, or as my Dad likes to call it whilst at a ski lodge, the "meat wagon" and I'm sledded down the mountain.
To make things worse that night I was up in my friend's room and we were called down for dinner, I say outright as I look down the very steep stairs, "If I walk down these stairs I'm going to fall."
Guess what happens. I dare you. Accident prone is an understatement.
That was the end of my skiing for the trip as the cold my brother gave me was in full force and my wrists and right ankle began feel a pain that I knew that they weren't broken but something was definitely wrong.
Was it the tree? Was it the stairs? Was it both? Probably.
Which leads me to now.
For the past basically month I have not been able to write, type, or do much of anything with my hands. I have had people carry my things from class to class, I get to leave class early because I currently walk with a limp.
Literally the only plus to this is that I can now do basic trigonometry in my head and get the answer before my able bodied classmates. Oh also because I have a class upstairs I get the honor of using the elevator twice a day (before and after period 5 if you care to use the elevator whilst not being injured.
I am getting better though. Like I wrote the first half of this in absolute pain, and now, two weeks later its lessened (but my wrists have been popping every time I move and I'm not sure if that's good or bad) and even if I am typing one letter at a time. I'm starting to write little by little too. Even if it is just my name and address for a room rental for my gold award workshop. Hopefully I'll be better by the end of the week, so I can actually pass this semester.
Another plus to that weekend, my Mom repainted my room with the paint I bought about 7 months ago, and now I get to decorate it just how I want it, even if I'm only living here for the next 6 months. (That fact scares the bejesus out of me)
I should have made my senior quote (or maybe this will be the title of my memoir/ autobiography when I stumble upon fame),
Talk to you later (hopefully about something positive unlike my many ailments that have littered said internet space),
-Karin xx
My goal was to get down the mountain. So I tried sliding down on my butt; it didn't work, it was too icy. I tried walking down. At least three times. I wasn't feeling it. By this time my Dad had made it back to where I was after looking and waiting for me at several point on the slope. He found me sitting where he had first stopped to try and find out where I went.
So when my Dad showed up he sent off the nice people who helped me and they said that they would tell the ski patrol what had happened so I would be safe getting down the mountain. When the first ski patrol guy comes, I tell him that I cannot physically get down said slope without having a panic attack. With this in mind he calls for another ski patrol who brings a sled, or as my Dad likes to call it whilst at a ski lodge, the "meat wagon" and I'm sledded down the mountain.
To make things worse that night I was up in my friend's room and we were called down for dinner, I say outright as I look down the very steep stairs, "If I walk down these stairs I'm going to fall."
Guess what happens. I dare you. Accident prone is an understatement.
That was the end of my skiing for the trip as the cold my brother gave me was in full force and my wrists and right ankle began feel a pain that I knew that they weren't broken but something was definitely wrong.
Was it the tree? Was it the stairs? Was it both? Probably.
Which leads me to now.
For the past basically month I have not been able to write, type, or do much of anything with my hands. I have had people carry my things from class to class, I get to leave class early because I currently walk with a limp.
Literally the only plus to this is that I can now do basic trigonometry in my head and get the answer before my able bodied classmates. Oh also because I have a class upstairs I get the honor of using the elevator twice a day (before and after period 5 if you care to use the elevator whilst not being injured.
I am getting better though. Like I wrote the first half of this in absolute pain, and now, two weeks later its lessened (but my wrists have been popping every time I move and I'm not sure if that's good or bad) and even if I am typing one letter at a time. I'm starting to write little by little too. Even if it is just my name and address for a room rental for my gold award workshop. Hopefully I'll be better by the end of the week, so I can actually pass this semester.
Another plus to that weekend, my Mom repainted my room with the paint I bought about 7 months ago, and now I get to decorate it just how I want it, even if I'm only living here for the next 6 months. (That fact scares the bejesus out of me)
I should have made my senior quote (or maybe this will be the title of my memoir/ autobiography when I stumble upon fame),
"Accident prone and ready for adventure."
-Karin whilst having two sprained wrists and a sprained/twisted ankle
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| thank god for time lapse to get this post fall/pre-snow hitting me photo |
Talk to you later (hopefully about something positive unlike my many ailments that have littered said internet space),
-Karin xx
