I went 34 years without breaking a bone, and not for lack of trying. Plenty of bruises, sprains, tweaks, and tears, but never a fracture till now. Some folks in the Mt Hood thread expressed interest in seeing better films and such, so I’m going to make this my little recovery diary, and post as much info as I can. Maybe it’ll even be useful to somebody someday that’s in a similar situation. At the least it’ll keep me busy here in my hospital bed…
Anyway, the setup: Was skiing alone two days ago at Mt Hood Meadows. It had snowed a couple inches of wet & heavy the night before, and was flurrying all day. I was on ON3P 191 Billygoats (11/12 version) with Dynafit TLT Radicals, and BD Primes. I was skiing down the left side of the south canyon run, looking for stashes, and had dropped down into the little gully between waterfall and south canyon. Going fast, but not maching. About my third turn, one ski hooked and the other didn’t. One ski released, and the other didn’t. I immediately felt a loud pop in my right leg and knew I was in trouble before I hit the ground. A patroller happened to be just 20-30 yards behind me and watched it all go down – he said he saw me start to crash, and reach for the leg before I’d even stopped tumbling, and immediately knew it was going to be bad. Patrol immediately evaluated me, got my leg into a field splint, and dragged my carcass down to the clinic.
The doc on duty initially called for splinting it overnight, and suggested I should go home for the night and expect to see an ortho within the next day or two for a consult and possible surgery. While waiting for my ride home another doctor showed up, this one an orthopedic traumatologist, and gave the films a second look. He immediately said I should be transferred to a full hospital, and would probably need to be admitted for observation. Everything about the fracture apparently made him worried about compartment syndrome and/or nerve damage, and he said it was a without question something he would want to do surgical fixation for as soon as possible.
So, that night I found myself in a swank room in the ortho ward at Providence Portland with an 8am surgery scheduled. A few helpings of Percocet and morphine got me a few hours sleep. At 6am my ortho came to do his consult. The plan was to get me knocked out, get the splint from the Meadows clinic off, and evaluate for swelling and compartment syndrome. If it looked reasonable, put a rod and screws in my tibia, and probably leave the fibula alone. If not, a fasciotomy & wound VAC, and external fixation to stabilize everything until he could go in again.
A few hours later I woke up with this work of art:
For now we seem to be waiting for the swelling to run its course. I’m tentatively scheduled for another surgery today, but haven’t heard exactly when or what will be happening.
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