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 Chapter 4

We have a mini photo shoot at the top.  We see Jim and Stacy and their kids, visit with them and we ski down.  I am loving life.

I'm starting to get a little tired and want to get back to chair 7.  There is something reassuring about seeing the lodge when you're getting tired.  Dor skies off to find Marc and Cameron to ski with them.  Shelly and I head to ski closer to the lodge.

Still, best day ever.

As we get to the little track, a SLOW area, that is clearly marked SLOW, I feel like there is a fair amount of traffic as the trails kinda meet up.  So, I wait until it's clear and start skiing down.

BAM SLAM

I literally get slammed from behind and fly up in the air.  My knee hyper extends and my head gets bumped.

I always try to keep this blog family friendly.  That said, I can only say I was hit from behind by some 

dumb a** boarder.  Going too fast and definitely out of control.

I say I'm ok, I stand up and yeah, I'm not okay.  My knee crumples and I kinda want to cry.

But I don't.

Shelly is looking a little freaked out. A ski instructor comes by and asks if I'm

 okay and I gotta say no.  It kills me but I'm really not okay.  He calls for help and I tell him I don't want to ride in a sled but I do need help.  They help me to the side, a medic comes on a snowmobile.  

His name is Brian and he's very kind.  

I tell the ski instructor he may go, I'm fine.  But the little girl in pink that he's giving the lesson to is very concerned and says, "I wanta stay with her."  So sweet.  Everyone is kind and professional at this point.  I really appreciate Mt. Baker's medic crew and the little girl in pink and Shelly.

They get me to the aid station and of course, they aren't allowed to diagnosis me but they get me comfortable and get me some Ibos and ice.  They fill out paper work.

They aren't allowed to diagnosis me but I am hearing torn ACL in the background.

Shelly runs around returning gear, getting the truck, the wine and the crutches.  Paul, the medic rearranges my knee and if I don't move I feel ok.  I'm praying for a sprain.

Shelly comes back, I tell her to text Dor  to not quit skiing as I'm fine.  Which Dor hadn't because she thought we were joking anyway.  Shell and I have a glass of wine and we make lots of new friends at the aid station. Dor, Marc and Cam show up. They load me up and we go home.

Sadly, the hot tub party is off.

I don't go to the ER as it's not life threatening.   I go to bed with pain meds and ice.

Saturday morning I call for a doctor appointment, take a precarious shower, Shelly picks me up and we go to the doctor.  Since it's Saturday I can't get an MRI so I have to wait until Tuesday to see my regular doc and get referred on.  The doc is pretty sure I have a torn ACL.  I have a knee brace, ice, and pain meds.  

FAQ's

Would I go again? Yes!

Am I mad? Nah, poop happens and I had  a fantastic day on the mountain.

Will I ski again?  I'm hoping I'm healed up for next year.

How's the timing?  Horrible.  Hubby is leaving for 12 days.

Friends and family?  Yep, I gott'em.  I hate to ask for help but I may have to and it's okay cuz they'll get me back.  And they know I'm good for it.

I'll keep you posted.

To Be Continued...