I Don't Speak Latin
Monday, January 02, 2006
so i'm going down a circle hill yesterday and there's a little snowboarder standing on the hill. I decide to go around her, and just as i'm passing her, she MOVES to where i'm going. My skis run into her board and I go flying. Face plant. And I feel my thumb bend back and I'm covered in snow and thinking "shit. i just broke my thumb. shit. thank god i'm not a pianist." and she apologizes and I say that it's ok and inquire if sh is ok. I stay there and locate the ski that flew off as well as both my poles before I go down the hill. I take my glove off and there's a disgusting blood bruise under my nail that is hideous. Though it hurts, I decide to go for another run to locate my dad and brother. So i get to the bottom and now it REALLY hurts and it's nard to not cry. To make a longer story short, i sprained it. today, it's still very swollen and it's starting to bruise. It still hurts a lot. I hope i will be able to go skiing again on wednesday....
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Anonymous |
3:47 p.m.
i'm glad it was your thumb and not your neck! skiing makes me so nervous for people. be careful out there!