Banged Up


(UPDATE - I mention in here that I can't get QuickBlogCast's video upload to work; turns out that it's some problem between that control and FireFox 3.6, which is what I'm using; it's not QBCs fault. So I'm posting this retraction : )

Yesterday I was skiing into the woods off of Snag, under the Hermosa chairlift, when my right bicep came into rapid, violent contact with a short broken branch, two or three inches in diameter, hanging off of an old, thick pine tree trunk.

I fell down, immediately, and said "My goodness! I think I hurt my arm!"

                     


In fact, I lay there in the snow for several seconds, wondering if the arm was broken - and, as anyone who's broken their upper arm can  tell you, there is nothing funny about a broken humerus - but I eventually decided to get up and go ahead and ski down; in fact, the next thing I skiied was a black bump run, right under the chairlift, as Ethel was flying overhead.

"Honey, I hurt myself - bad."
"How?"
"Too long to explain - I'll see you at the bottom."

I did see her at the bottom - which is when I took off my shirt and saw the blackened mess that you see in the photo above.

There was no tear or scratch on my sleeve - nothing on the long john shirt, either. The tears shown in my upper arm, above, didn't happen by being cut - they were purely the result of impact. They weren't BLEEDING, exactly - just sort of suppurating. And it stopped doing that rather quickly.

It had been a beautiful ski day - I have a nice video of Silas and Ethel skiing down Ray's Ridge, off of the Legends lift, which I will post as soon as I can get the new QBC video load tool to work : )
 
We didn't ski today - Ethel had already declared today to be a rest day, as twelve days straight had left her legs a bit tired. I didn't argue any, though - I suspect that I'd be able to ski without hurting the arm, but I also suspect that falling on it or hitting it against anything in any way would cause me to use golf language.

When I lean back from the keyboard, and hang my arm down by my side, I can feel the skin stretching and the tissues straining to hold the arm bent. This isn't any fun.

"You don't throw away a whole life just 'cause it's banged up a little." - Tom Smith, the horse trainer in Seabiscuit; which describes how I feel about this ski season. I know that I'm gonna go back out there and ski tomorrow, and pretty much every day for the rest of the month - I'm just sort of girding my loins, getting ready for the anguish pain discomfort that is almost certainly going to result from the first fall on my right side.

Heck - tomorrow morning, I'm supposed to do upper-body lifting after my run. That's probably going to engender a few grunts and grimaces.

I have to remember that the arm isn't actually hurt - it's just banged up. It's not going to cause any actual damage to lift with it, or to ski with it. It's just going to hurt. Nothing wrong with a little hurting. "Pain is the touchstone of all spiritual progress".  I expect to make it to Guru any day now.

 

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