So I took a bit of a nasty fall early this month, December 9th to be exact. A little background. Some of you know I'm a very passionate snowboarder. I tend to dabble in the freestyle side of things, park riding, jumps, off trails, etc. Don't get me wrong I love carving for miles on end as well. I've been snowboarding for about four years now. I was very much looking forward to the new season but unfortunately my second week into riding this year it all took a turn for the worse.
I hit a jump that was about six feet high that lands into a box rail frame. I was setting up for some butter action but I didn't realize until it was too late that the lip of the jump was iced over. This threw me off balance and the force of the impact was my femur. I tried to get up after it happened but I couldn't move my leg at all. My partner was with me when this all went down and blocked anyone else from hitting the same jump since they could land on me considering my current luck. Well the medical team came, tried to keep me calm even though I was going into shock. I'm sure the cold didn't help since they had to cut the leg of my pants off. They got my leg into a splint and down the rest of the mountain. From there they pretty much determined this wasn't a mild ordeal and I needed a real hospital. So they drove me to Bear Mountain Urgent Care. I was there for about eight hours while they pumped me full of pain drugs and took xrays. At least Regular Show and Adventure Time were on the TV back to back episodes while I spaced out on the Dilaudid iv shots. Gotta make the best of a shit situation, right?
Well Doctor finally comes back and just gives me that look of "you really fucked up". Sure enough the look was right as he tells me I shattered my femur and fractured it in three spots high up. Xray you say? Sure.
Incision photo. Don't click if you can't handle it.
So next order of business was to get me to my primary insurances hospital and closer to home. That happened to be Kaizer in Downey. I took a two hour ambulance ride from the top of Bear Mountain to get there and yes I slept the whole way. I finally got to the hospital about 10:30pm, the break happened about 11am. Exhausted? Understatement of the year.
They tried to get me in for surgery that night but it was just too busy so I had to wait for the following day. I didn't get my surgery till about 9:30pm and was out by about 12:30am. Yeah. Of course I had to stay in the hospital since I was all kinds of messed up but what was to happen next I never saw coming. So the surgery wasn't as clean cut as we hoped. Nope. They had a catscan and ultrasound done on me and determined that I had developed blood clots in my lungs. This is pretty serious so I turned into a high risk case on constant monitoring. I was also put on blood thinners but at the same time they had to give me blood transfusions so I wouldn't lose too much blood. The story of my life lately since this is a constant back and forth battle. Because of all this though I'm now pretty much banned from alcohol since its dangerous to be drinking when I'm on a drug called Warfarin that thins your blood to prevent further blood clots. I still have the clots in my lungs so I have to be extra careful. Yes, I can die from this. Crazy that a freaking fall on a snowboard all led to this.
Getting back on track though. So I was in the hospital for eleven days, thank god not over Xmas even though we didn't have much of one here due to all of this. No presents this year. That's the last of my worries though, just glad to be out of there. Plus it was pretty awesome having friends, my partner, and my mommy all visit me while I was a total wreck stuck in that hospital bed.
Aftermath? I can't walk. I can't even bend my knee. All my energy is gone and I get dizzy just from standing up for a few minutes. I use a walker to get around when I attempt to move around and my car for the time being has been replaced with a wheelchair. Fuck me, right? I have a physical therapist that comes out to see me to work on getting me to walk again. And yeah it's been a hell of a mental struggle dealing with this considering I'm not use to being so damn helpless. I won't be walking for six months if not more according to my doctor. There is some good news though. I have killer insurance. Yay me! All the disability paperwork has been filled out and their paying me more than I expected. You have no idea what a huge stress relief that is. Thankfully work is being pretty understanding too since there's nothing I can do to make things better.
I think that's about it. Oh wait, this wouldn't be a typical Statik post without some kind of lesson learned. So a lesson to take from this? Hmmmmm ...*scritches chin in thought* The lesson is it's not about pushing yourself, just enjoy riding to ride. I lost focus of that and I'm now paying for it. For the record I'm 32 so I think this played a big part of it. I always tell Mike I wish I grew up in a place where it snowed instead I grew up in a shithole redneck area of Florida. Snow? What a joke. By the time I finally got on my first snowboard it felt like I had wasted so many years away and had some serious catch up to do. Just watching the young generation of today shred up is insane. They are sooooooo freaking good. I put pressure on myself because of this to show that us old farts can still hang. The funny thing is, I always felt like I wasn't pushing myself enough, especially after watching a snowboard video you be surprised what those videos can do to you when you compare yourself and get the reality check of "wow, I suck". After four years of boarding, it finally caught up with me. Regrets? I wish I got it on video. Haha!