The Time I Casually Got an Oblique Tibial Shaft Fracture PW #1

What seemed to be a day I was waiting for over two years resulted to be a disaster. It began when I decided to go to bed early because I did not want to fall asleep on the ride to mount Washington. I woke up numerous times at night trying to contain my excitement at times where it felt almost unreal that I was going to go skiing again. I had just gone off the phone with my friend at 3:30 in the morning deciding on where we were going to sit on the bus but before I knew it, it was time. I quickly got up from by bed, took a quick shower, stuffed all my skiing equipment into my backpack, and made myself breakfast. I had a full 9-hour sleep and had my morning cup of coffee and was ready to go. Once I was dropped off by my dad, I was ready to get on the bus. I boarded the charter bus and put my backpack onto the top shelf and sat down on my chair. 10 minutes later, the bus was off. It took around 3 hours to get to mount Washington and it was hard enough being the only person awake since there was no one to talk to, but I remembered to bring my iPad for that specific reason. Once we got to the mountain, I had to desperately search for someone who could tie my ski boots for me and luckily, I found a student tying everyone’s boots because the attendees were mostly international students who have never gone skiing before. Once I got my skis on, I went straight for the easiest hill on the mountain, the Reverse Traverse. At first, it was a smooth breeze down the hill. Since this was my third time skiing, I was confident. Then I went down the hill a second time, and the already bad snowstorm got worse. I went down the first slope and almost fell, but I quickly regained balance. Then, it got much worse. The snow continued to pile up and eventually, I fell victim to a icy bump. I was thrown off my skis and started rolling down the hill, then I suddenly stopped. I tried to stand back up, but I was unsuccessful in doing so. A sharp pain went down my leg and when I tried to move it, I felt the shattered bone in my left leg rocking back and forth. I yelled as loud as I could, trying to catch the attention of nearby skiers until a skier saw me on the ground and called the ski patrol as I was begging for him to take off my ski. 10 minutes later while shivering on the ground, a member of the ski patrol came with a toboggan to take me down to the first aid building. It all seemed like a straightforward process, until the doctor had to figure out how to take off my ski boots. I was given laughing gas and inhaled a lot of it which seemed to help with the pain. The moment the ambulance arrived I was put into another stretcher with a box cast on my leg. Surely it couldn’t get worse than this? Once I waited an hour for my X-Ray to get taken, I was told that I would have to get surgery which I have never gotten before. It took me a while to process everything since at first it seemed that it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but then once I woke up from my surgery, I had a new cast on my leg that was half plaster half bandage. It didn’t hurt at first until the morphine wore off and I felt it all. Until this day, I have had to cope with the fracture since I still have the metal pins in my leg. I was on crutches for three months until I was given the green light to walk normally on my broken leg. My ankle was barely movable at first due to muscle atrophy, but it took me another four weeks until I was able to walk like I did before. Breaking my leg reminded me that I wasn’t indestructible and that I should pay more attention to the slopes next time.

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