Please excuse my grammar, as they have me on a of drugs.
The long version:
On thursday, after two excellent days of skiing at Stratton, VT I took a wrong
turn off of the trail which led to a rather uncomfortable event. Basically I
meant to turn right back onto the trail, but missed the turn and accidentally
went through some thin snow at a decent speed. I hit a submerged rock which threw me about down feet down the trail and over a small, 2 ft ledge. All would have been well except that a fist-shaped piece of granite was waiting for me on the other end. I landed on it with my solarplexis/abdomen squarely. At first I thought I might just have the worst case of wind-knocking-out-of ever, but when my organs started to ache I knew something was up. It was an experience very similar to gettin punched by 2,000 lb gorilla.
So after a ski patrol ride on a sled to the base area their local doc
reccomended I go in a for a catscan right away. So I was ambulanced off to the Brattleborough hospital right away for the scan. The results there suggested some possibly severe pancreas damage. So another nausea/vomiting filled ambulance ride later I found myself a the Dartmouth medical center. Talk seemed to be focused on surgery, but I couldn't hear much of as (I have since found out) I don't handle narcotics very well.
After something like 5 hours under the knife I find myself rocking a whole new
setup. Apparently my pancreas got hit so hard that the middle of it was a
giant, usueless bloodclot. The surgeon's solution was to cut out the bad part
in the middle and staple off the ends. They then routed a new stomach-connector to one half and intestine connector to the other. So now I have basically two functioning pancreas's. So weird!!!
I've spent the last couple days here at the Dartmouth hospital. Overall things
are working out really well. I'm on my feet again and hope to be toning down on the paints meds soon. morphine does not agree with me well. The worst part is that I'm still not able to eat or drink ANYTHING. (Only little icecubes.) Let's just say I'm preparing for the best glass of water ever consumed by man or beast.
P.S. included is a photo o fme being pieced together by the stratton ski patrol.
You can say what you will about the company but these folks were tops notch.
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