We went skiing this weekend. It was the last weekend the mountain was open and someone gave John two free passes. It was an absolute blast until I fell… I caught an edge on my first trip down the big hill. I thought I was fine until I tried to stand up then I realized my knee was buggered. Ski patrol came and dragged me down the hill on the toboggan. It was mortifying.
They took me to the clinic where they assessed that my knee was twisted and possibly ligaments were torn. They did up my leg in a cardboard splint and gave me a pair of crutches to use for the day. I was most displeased. Then they brought in a girl with a broken arm and two spinal injuries and I decided a twisted knee wasn’t so bad…
What got me is that for the rest of the day (We had taken the bus up and it didn’t come back until 4:30) people kept asking me “Did you do that today?”
“No… I fell off a ladder last night but my boyfriend is a hardcore boarder and a bit of a douche… He told me to ‘Cowboy up’ strapped up my leg and dragged me here…”