Here is the lovely mountain in Breckenridge, CO where I had the most un-cool, sloppy recovery of all times on skis. I sure wish that I had this bad ass story of flying off the side of mountain, an avalanche chasing behind me at 45 mph and me dodging the “demons” just to survive, but NO…. totally just me buckling my knees when I stopped. That is it!
Anyway, notice the woman in this map wearing BLUE and oddly looking out of control… that is just about the spot the accident occurred.
I did fall back when I felt the severe “nausea” come on…. Of course, my head ended up facing up-hill, not the right position if one was going to vomit (rolls down hill). Thank goodness I was chewing gum because I have never chewed Dentine soooo hard.
Derek was with me and ran up hill to take off my skis to help me. He was the one who went for help. Of course, from what I heard, someone saw me from the lift and had thought that someone had died. I must have looked “a mess”.
Anyway, they took me straight to the ER, did 3 hours of tests and then told me to go see a specialist – the prognosis was not good! They sent me home with braces on both knees and with a set of crutches.
NOT a good way to start ski season!!!!
Time for Surgery…. Friday, December 1st, 2006 at 7:00AM
Just follow the sign which leads you to the hospital. Ooooohhhhh!!!!