Broken Wrist and not much else...

I'm feeling alot better.  The pain is pretty much gone, i went to the hospital yesterday, and they put a new cast on which is alot comfier, i have heaps more movement of my fingers and my wrist isn't bent.  The specialist is really happy with the position of my bones, and i am going back on the 3rd of January to get the cast off.  which will only be 4 weeks,  yay! i really do hate having it on.  I"m going down to chat to my boss this afternoon, i really need to start working.  now my arm is feeling better, and dick said that there is no way i couldn't do the work  with one arm.  

Housekeeping sounds pretty cruisey.  The only bad thing is cos it's still early in the season and school holidays haven't started yet, there isn't much work around.  Dick only worked 2hours today.  he's been scoring a fair bit of food though.  The way it works is, instead of tips, people leave all left over food and alcohol out and the houskeepers divy it up.  Him and his team found a pizza yesterday in the fridge, so they cooked it in the apartment and sat down and had lunch in the apartment they were cleaning.  really doesn't sound stressful at all.

So for those of you who i haven't heard the story, i broke my wrist snowboarding.  i fell over at the end of an easy run, caught an edge and fell onto my wrist, that gave way then i whacked my head. (so glad i was wearing a helmet).  the ski patrol came found me and  put it in a splint.  It was all very dramatic and painful.  This happened at about 12.50, i was meeting dick at home for lunch at 1.30. i was looking everywhere for him while they were doing a neuro exam.  i wasnt' a very good patient.  Then they took me back to the ski-patrol hut which is like a big treatment room.  Once they took my jacket off up there, it was obvious to everyone, that it was broken.  i was still being very optimistic that it was just a sprain.  which they were nice enough to indugle a little. but they were still like, 'promise us you will go to hospital and get an x-ray?' by the time i left the ski-patrol it was about 2.30 and  dick had no-idea what had happened.  when i got home, he wasn't there, and it turns our he'd gone to hunt down where the ski-patorl hut was because he was sure i'd done something bad.  Turns out he'd gone home early because he'd hurt himself, which is why i never found him on the hill.  and when i wasn't home at like 1.45pm he apparently was sure i'd done something.  stinking mills uncoordinaation, so predictable


From there we caught the staff bus into town and went to the hospital.  the doctor took one look at it and said"...ahhh my first wrist fracture of the season'.  i hadn't had x-rays at this point and was still positive, and said "hey...you haven't even seen an xray yet, it could just be a sprain" (despite my wrist being at a bit of a angle).  he just gave me a sad look and said "oh...sweetie, we see these everyday"  turns out it was broken...and bad enough for them to contemplate surgery because the break goes into the joint.  After getting an ortho review, they decided they were just going to pull it back into place.  so it was that i had my first anaesthetic experience.  They first had to put an iv in and the nurse got freaked out when i told him i was a nurse.  he got it in first time, then who knows why, decided to let go of it to grab the dressing, and it fell out.  he was mortified, i was really nice about it...but seriously what a silly thing to do.  

I had propyfol which everyone thought was funny to joke that it was drug that killed Micheal Jackson.  wasn't helping my fear of anaesthetic.  i was putting on a brave face though, and the whole situation was a bit surreal.  the anaesthetic was the strangest thing.  it was a conscious sedation, so i can remember saying some things, but i don't remember who was in the room. it was like it blocked some senses but not all of them.  really really strange.  i have included a video of me just after i had woken up and dick telling me everything.  apparently was pretty bad i thrashed around a fair bit, and they needed people to hold me down.  like i said don't remember much at all.

Since that we haven't been doing much.  turns out there's not much to do at a ski mountain when you can't snowboard or ski or work.  cable is my friend. 
we are still slowly meeting people.  it's hard with me not working, and not having access to the big white fb page, all the time, telling us whats going on...like the today show being here.  

we had our christmas party monday.  was lots of fun.  about 600 people there, all of the big white staff, they did a big christmas dinner.  we met some really fun people.  there was a DJ there, but it was a bit strange.  he was late 30's and had all black on and the long sleeved black shirt was buttoned to the top and he looked like a priest. and there was a guy (about 40 wearing a daggy knit sweater...kinda looked like Callum) standing next to him, nodding his head, pointing at the equipment, and nodding...he was totally trying to be involved.  To cap it off the music was like we were at a moogerah dance...cotton-eye-jo, the love shack... we were waiting for the grease mega mix.  

not much else to tell, no snow for a while.  which basically means that the days have been stunning but the boarding is crap.  dick hasn't been out since i broke my wrist cos it's just so icy, and we don't  need two invalids.

i caught a cab back up the mountain yesterday, after the hospital (thank-you travel insurance) and the driver asked if there were flying snakes in australia......