I was super excited to go up north and get in some ski time last week. Unfortunately EVERYTHING in the universe was working against me. Seriously. First I was to leave town about 3pm, well the blizzard conditions started about 2pm. Being the crazy woman that I am I slipped my way over to the car rental place anyway. That’s write even though the guy on the radio kept saying travel not recommended, I packed up the car and went anyway. (I paid more for the rental because I was paranoid that I may get in a wreck)
The drive all in all wasn’t that bad. Everyone was driving about 10 mph so it was slow going for about an hour and a half. Then it totally cleared up! Yeah. Got to Minneapolis about 9pm not bad. We went out bar hopping, which was fun, came home to watch Into the Wild. Due to the drive and the bar hopping I slept through at least a third of it. Nevertheless good night, weird movie.
Saturday morning we went out to breakfast, came back changed and headed for the ski slope. Yeah. We were having a super great day, hit every run, took a break then went back out. That’s when it happened. I was coming down the mountain on what was to be the second to last run. All of a sudden my skis crossed I tried to correct it and wiped out. By wiped out I mean CRASHED!!
It’s all a blur, I remember falling, sliding and not being able to stop. It was about then my HEAD slammed into a lift pole. I finally came to a stop in the snow fence. There was blood coming from my mouth and nose my goggles and hat were who knows where. People were yelling from the lift “Don’t move.” HA! Move where? Maybe up the mountain to look for my teeth!
So Ski Patrol came. I said no ambulance and the guy kept saying ‘ok we just want to get you off the snow. So the promptly wrapped me up like a mummy on that sled thingy. Not a pleasant experience, at all. They kept shoving oxygen at me, which was hard to refuse seeing I could barely talk or think clearly. I kept seeing Steve out of the corner of my eye (the one that I could see out of). But they never let him get close to me. Next thing I know they have me strapped to a bed putting me in the ambulance. Um, what!!??
Yep, a very uncomfortable 30 MINUTE ride to the hospital. Oh, did I mention I really had to go to the bathroom. So I get to the hospital. That is the most helpless feeling the whole world, strapped to a table with a neck brace, oh and no teeth!!! There was a clock above my head in the hospital room they put me in (my first thought was is that the time of death clock?) I was delirious by then. I lay there for 10 minutes with nobody coming in the room, I could hear people in the hall.
That’s when I came to my senses and started undoing every Velcro strap in reach, neck brace and all! I wasn’t until I sat up and started getting off the bed that they all came running in yelling ‘you can’t get up’. HA! Um, yes I can! It took to escape attempts but I finally got to the bathroom. The nurses were none to happy, but I was so not using a bed pan!
I finally figured if I didn’t take control of the situation they would try and run every test know to man and I would never get out of there. I let them press on me a couple times, give me a Vicodin and I was out of there.
Nothing like an emergency to put your, um, relationship into perspective. In my opinion Steve did not step up in the plate in which I would have preferred. But then I expect a lot. He did well after the fact, by making me soft chocolate chip cookies and taking me to the movies that night. Moreover he kept me smiling and made the cutest card with my hospital band and ski tags. Happy Valentines Day!
But wait, there’s more. Sunday we went sight seeing in St. Paul, to the Botanical Garden and Zoo. Also a stop by a huge Catholic Church…..I tripped up the concrete stairs to the church! Scuffed up my knuckles and busted my camera!!!! Good Grief!
And the teeth…..I’m workin on them…..
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