As previously stated, holidays with me are never dull. New Years was no exception. It started off quietly enough- a lil church, a lil skiing, but all hell broke loose eleven hours and twenty three minutes into the new year. I was skiing along nicely when suddenly a snowboarder hit me. I tried to carve to the right but to no avail- I ran smack dab into the middle of a HUGE tree.
If I hadn’t been wearing my helmet I’d be dead, as my eye attests to, and as it turns out I comminuted my femur- that means it's broken in so many places they stop counting.
After the ski-patrol guy determined that I wasn’t faking the pain and couldn’t ski to the bottom of the hill they put me in a ‘scoop’ backboard which means that they assembled it around me in a snow bank since they couldn’t move my leg from its bent position. They had to pick me up three times, and let me tell you I screamed bloody murder each time. I finally got to the bottom of the hill where they cut off my five-day-old-686-snowboarding pants, gave me some morphine and straightened out my bent leg. Let me tell you, it is exactly like the movies-bone popping, screaming, and really hot ski patrollers 😉
After enduring a hour ride to the nearest hospital, ten hours in ER, two catheters, ruination of my supergirl stuff, breakage of my camera, and really unresponsive nurses- they finally operated. 4 am and I had a brand-new-titanium-filled-femur.
But my story isn’t over yet. According to my doctor breaking your femur is the most painful thing you can possibly do. Additionally, as each femur is responsible for 20% of the hemoglobin in your blood, I was in trouble. At least all those donations paid off. What didn’t pay off was the nursing staff in a small Podunk town- the nurse who gave me my transfusion had a MPH but didn’t wash his hands after touching blood and checked my pulse with his thumb. I thought he was going to kill me- which his counterparts had almost done by not reading my allergy bracelet making me swell up to Pumpkin Size
Thankfully he didn't kill me, and I finally got my fever down under 100 on Friday and got to go home. The only thing left is to finish up the anti-blood-clotting shots I have to give myself
Oh, and if you ever end up in the hospital don’t eat the food- it’ll kill you.
I might not get to come back in the spring- how sad would that be? But at least I'll have company my sister's boyfriend just broke his femur today- six days after I broke mine- what are the odds? I really appreciate all the phone calls, comments, and cards- they make me feel super!