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Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I just got back into Chi from my first non-midwestern ski trip, which effectively ended my season, leaving me hobbling and now, rambling about it.
So on Sunday after my first two runs of resort Utah skiing, I'm making my way to catch the divas at their lunch meetup and head to my lesson afterwards. Near the end of the run I fall, notice that the fall doesn't hurt so much on fluffy stuff, tumble forwards a few yards and come to a halt with a wet popping sound when my right ski (which didn't release, left one did) gets entrenched in the snow.
I do the beached whale thing for a minute, release my binding with my hands, make a few [failed] attempts at getting up, figuring out what directions I can and can't move in to plot my next attempt at standing. A man skis up to me and asks if I'm okay, I tell him I don't know, and him and his crew start gathering my stuff. After a bit more plotting and trial and error, victory is mine and I stand up. Phew. He graciously offers to carry my skis down if I think I can walk down, I find my wobble-hobble-sliding groove and thankfully accept. When I make it down I find him and his group standing with my stuff neatly put on the rack, they show me where my stuff is and wish me well. I can't even voice how thankful I am for them helping me out. My cell battery was dead and I probably would've just laid there until someone mentioned to patrol that some girl was down for the count in the middle of a run, and in all the time that I couldn't get up I was quite worried that someone wouldn't notice me early enough and hit me. Anyway, many thanks to the guy in the (I think) yellow and black jacket and his group! Or was the chick with them wearing that jacket? Either way, if you helped a beached whalesque skier with pigtails, she's quite grateful.
So I got a hold of my friend and got taken to the cabin I rented a mile down the road, get out of my ski stuff and call altagirl for an ortho recommendation (thanks again!). I threw a brace on, took some drugs and met up with the divas at Wendy's condo that evening. Great to meet you guys, wish we could've skied together!
My appointment with the ortho on Monday was for 1 pm and though the doctor was done with my by 1:45, it ended up being a long day. There were billing issues as the group who does the MRI in the same office is apparently separate from the doctors group, and didn't follow the billing arrangement I'd set up with the doctors group prior to my appointment, so it took work to get that together. The people working there were just great, but the office manager wasn't in that day so it made dealing with financial stuff difficult. Also, the girl doing the MRIs had gotten behind schedule, so mine didn't start until 5:30, and the radiologist wouldn't be able to read it until the next day, which was also the day I left town. Made for a bit of a scramble today, but between my efforts and theirs we pulled it off.
Results: acl tear (grade 3) minor lcl damage, some bone contusions and macrofractures.
Interesting tidbit: An ortho who worked at the practice I got checked out at now works in Chicago and was recommended for my surgery.
Encouraging fact: The doc who checked me out was sporting an arm injury from skiing as he examined me.
Guess I got what I deserved for trying to ski outside of the Midwest
So on Sunday after my first two runs of resort Utah skiing, I'm making my way to catch the divas at their lunch meetup and head to my lesson afterwards. Near the end of the run I fall, notice that the fall doesn't hurt so much on fluffy stuff, tumble forwards a few yards and come to a halt with a wet popping sound when my right ski (which didn't release, left one did) gets entrenched in the snow.
I do the beached whale thing for a minute, release my binding with my hands, make a few [failed] attempts at getting up, figuring out what directions I can and can't move in to plot my next attempt at standing. A man skis up to me and asks if I'm okay, I tell him I don't know, and him and his crew start gathering my stuff. After a bit more plotting and trial and error, victory is mine and I stand up. Phew. He graciously offers to carry my skis down if I think I can walk down, I find my wobble-hobble-sliding groove and thankfully accept. When I make it down I find him and his group standing with my stuff neatly put on the rack, they show me where my stuff is and wish me well. I can't even voice how thankful I am for them helping me out. My cell battery was dead and I probably would've just laid there until someone mentioned to patrol that some girl was down for the count in the middle of a run, and in all the time that I couldn't get up I was quite worried that someone wouldn't notice me early enough and hit me. Anyway, many thanks to the guy in the (I think) yellow and black jacket and his group! Or was the chick with them wearing that jacket? Either way, if you helped a beached whalesque skier with pigtails, she's quite grateful.
So I got a hold of my friend and got taken to the cabin I rented a mile down the road, get out of my ski stuff and call altagirl for an ortho recommendation (thanks again!). I threw a brace on, took some drugs and met up with the divas at Wendy's condo that evening. Great to meet you guys, wish we could've skied together!
My appointment with the ortho on Monday was for 1 pm and though the doctor was done with my by 1:45, it ended up being a long day. There were billing issues as the group who does the MRI in the same office is apparently separate from the doctors group, and didn't follow the billing arrangement I'd set up with the doctors group prior to my appointment, so it took work to get that together. The people working there were just great, but the office manager wasn't in that day so it made dealing with financial stuff difficult. Also, the girl doing the MRIs had gotten behind schedule, so mine didn't start until 5:30, and the radiologist wouldn't be able to read it until the next day, which was also the day I left town. Made for a bit of a scramble today, but between my efforts and theirs we pulled it off.
Results: acl tear (grade 3) minor lcl damage, some bone contusions and macrofractures.
Interesting tidbit: An ortho who worked at the practice I got checked out at now works in Chicago and was recommended for my surgery.
Encouraging fact: The doc who checked me out was sporting an arm injury from skiing as he examined me.
Guess I got what I deserved for trying to ski outside of the Midwest
OH NO! :Cry: 
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