A Slight Delay

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

I broke my arm. We had 36 hours until wheels up, and my clumsy ass decided it was a good idea to go skiing. Suffice it to say, that it wasn't one of my most level headed decisions, but now at least I know what it's like to break a bone. How's that for walking on the sunny side of the street?

My Dad had all of his sons in town, which doesn't happen all that often these days, and he wanted to take us skiing. So, we went "night skiing", something that I'm sure doesn't exist outside of the mid west. It starts out being a great night. All of the family is together, and were having a good time.... Until my third run.

I went down a trail that looked open with plenty of snow. What I found, however, was that just below the surface of that snow was grass. If you've never tried to ski on grass, it's not as glamorous as it seems. My skis stopped and I, sadly, did not. I hit the frozen ground with a sickening SPLAT.... Upon sitting up and spitting blood and dirt out of my mouth, I realized that I had broken my arm. "Oh fuck, Kelly's going to kill me," I said to myself as bloody drool oozed down my chin.

After getting the attention of the ski patrol, which wasn't too tough because some poor girl had broken her leg and pelvis just up the hill from me, I had about forty five minutes to spend alone with my thoughts. Thoughts like: "We don't have any insurance. Sweet... Now we aren't going to be able to go on our trip because we're going to have to spend all of our dough on this frail arm of yours. Jesus you're a mess." And so on..... Not exactly one of my finest moments.

So my family eventually finds me, as does the ski patrol. Some dude named "Andy" makes a splint out of some duct tape, bubble wrap, and a pizza box,(I'm not kidding) while my Dad takes pictures of the whole debacle with his cell phone. Then they put me on the sled and drag my fat ass down the hill. The best was going past the bunny hill and looking at the terrified looks on the beginners faces.... Yeah kids.. This could be you. Hang loose...


At the hospital, the worlds slowest, with very nice people though, I found out that four other people were already there from skiing down the same run that I had unfortunately taken. If nothing else made me feel any better, it was the affirmation that other people make poor decisions too.

I've spent the week since chewing vicatin and watching TV. Which is cool for a bit, but after a while, even feeling good is boring. It's time to go and thanks to a little thing called Cobra, we'll still have some money left. Next Tuesday evening we'll be in Quito, and Kelly is still talking to me which is nice. All in all, I guess things could have been worse. How's that for walking on the sunny side of the street?
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cutlip98
cutlip98 on

I laugh...
then I laugh some more. Good job clown, can't wait to hear the stories of you in some Ecuadoran hospital, trying to articulate in your bestest Spanish that you need a doctor to look at your arm/cast, and he takes it that you need a vasectomy, or a sex change. Either way, Dr. Lopez-Cabrera will do the world a good service as you should obviously not reproduce. Nothing like seeing storm coulds on the horizon as you begin your round-the-world encounter. I'm sure you won't need both arms as you transcend the Andes.

all the best,

XOXO

Cutlip

sbendigo
sbendigo on

Hey Nate
Sounds like you had a great time skiing, LOL.
How's the family?

I am planning on taking my family skiing next winter and hope I don't end up in the hospital, I am there enough with the kids.

Later,

Scott Bendigo
www.scottbendigo.com

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