Yeah but not on this big, monster of a hill! I think I should stick with the bunny slopes.
Uhhhhh...I don't know about this.....
It's not that bad! You have snowboarded before! You will be fine!
No! You can do this!
But the hill was really big.....
I still went though. It was exhilarating!
I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!!
But that feeling of excitement didn't last for long. All of a sudden....
AAAGGGHHH!!!
Was the sound my head made.
The edge of my snowboard caught the snow and tipped over sending me down the ski slope, falling head over heels, finally stopping with a big....
Laying on the slope, still hazy from hitting my head, I was confused as to why my arm had a sharp pain to it. I later remembered that my arm is what broke my fall.
MADI!
My arm.....it hurts?
OH MY....MADI!
MADI! ARE YOU OKAY!!
The second I took off my glove I could see that my arm had swollen significantly and was deformed. To error on the side of caution, my parents decided I needed to go to the ER.
Ow...Ow.. ..Ow...
It's okay, We will be there soon.
The two hour drive back into the city was very uncomfortable with my arm in constant pain, since the only thing keeping it steady was the cardboard splint the mountain medic gave to me. So when the hospital came into sight it looked positively heavenly.
Ow.. Ow..
Ow... Ow..
I'm sorry ma'am but it is going to take awhile. The ER is running behind.
One hour later my name was called. I got an X-ray taken and was escorted to the orthopeadic doctor for the results.
Ow...Ow...Ow...
Well Madi good news is you don't have a concussion but you do have a fractured wrist and will need a cast for six weeks.
I was sent to a new waiting room to wait for my cast. I was given pain medication but that did little to dull the agony I was in. I couldn't even eat anything because of the medication.
Ow...Ow...Ow...
Eight hours later...
Due to the numbing drug I was given, the memory of my cast being put on is hazy.
Beep!... Beep!.....
Okay Madi time to get your cast!
You'll do great!
Finally at 11:00 p.m. I was released from the hospital, woozy and with a souvenir now permanently attached to my arm, for the next six weeks at least--I would be counting down the days.