Go Big or Go Home

Well today I thought I would share with you how I discovered my new hobby, ACL reconstructive surgery and rehab. I'll even share with you(if I can figure it out) the lovely photos taken by my adoring husband which document my calamity. By the way, I just don't think we use the word calamity enough anymore.

Okay so I finally convince said husband to spend a beautiful perfect day skiing with the ski babe (yes me). We are on our last run and I have been a very good girl all day. I'm a more aggressive skier than him so I decide to go all out-next thing I know there's an older dude below the next ridge. I think I turned to avoid him(no this doesn't make his fault) and I shot over the front of my skis. This was not good! The I look up and my husband standing over me next the older dude asking me if I need ski patrol-HELLO! I thrashed 10 feet, heard the knee pop,the skis didn't release and my knee and leg are not,not moving even though I asked them all nice.

The next thing I know ski patrol is standing there asking me what happened,can I stand and for some obscure reason how old I am. I kind of felt that old woman in the "help I've fallen and I can't get up" ad. This ad campaign is much less funny when it's you. I kind of scrunched up my nose and shared my years with them. Turns out we were all the same age! In the midst of the lively banter my loved one whips out his phone so he can capture a Motorola moment! Thoughtfully the Ski Patrol offers to pose with me(see pics) and they pretend to give me CPR.

This was one of the most touching moments of our nearly 20 yrs.

After loading me into the "sled" while expressing some disappointment that weren't hauling me out of the terrian park so we could take some jumps, we headed down the hill with Jake "my driver for this trip". I warned Jake if he was going to hit a jump with me I wanted to get some real air-none of that virtual air crap. You know-Go Big or Go Home!!

One of the interesting things about being dragged off the hill was being stared at by old and young alike. It's a little being at your own funeral. All these parents are nudging their kids saying stuff like "this is why you wear a helmet" and "look she probably broke everything". What I most wanted to do is pop up like a dead person back to life and yell "BOO!". By dinnertime at someone's house I'm sure I was paralyzed in a horrible ski accident.

On the upside (sort of) when Ski Patrol turned me over to the medics they told them no matter what I said I was 36 yrs old. The next patrol guy who had my hubby and my skis told them I was 26. By the time I was in the building someone had decided I was 22. I prayed I would get out of there before I was younger than my kids!!

The ride home was uneventful as was the arrival home as my kids never stopped playing Halo until I screamed their names and announced I was home and HURT!!! Then they trundled up to ask if I was ok-HELLO my leg was taped into a cardboard box-and disappeared again. The younger one reappeared some time later to ask me what was for dinner. Oh yeah-Squat!Cereal!

After that my husband got me a nice Ketel One Citroen and tonic, ibuprofen and ice and set about making dinner for for the clan-thanks honey.

Happily I was able to get an MRI/XRAY the next day and diagnose my self with completely torn ACL. It was confirmed by my orthopaedist which is a story for another blog. I am awaiting surgery on March 13th.