Thin cover and all, I decided to ski the groomers at PCMR for a couple hours yesterday morning. I was most of the way down what was going to be my last run when I went down hard. At least I think went down hard, I have no recollection of what happened. I remember standing on one ski somewhat wobbly and having a lady ask me if I was alright while she handed me my goggles and other ski. I said I think so and she skied off. Apparently I called my wife and said um - long pause - who am I skiing with? (I was skiing alone) and then I told her I had crashed and hit my head. I threw up on the hill and said to myself you have a concussion, take it easy. I skied to the bottom of First Time/3 Kings where I saw MiniGadget waiting for me, but I don't remember a thing about skiing to the bottom. MG tells me I asked him repeatedly if I had called him or his mother. I vaguely remember him walking me to my car and helping me take my boots off. The next thing I knew I was throwing up again while leaning out the passenger door of his car. Mrs. Gadget showed up and drove me to the hospital - we only had to stop once more so I could throw up again. The ER folks asked me if I had any other medical issues besides the head trauma and I think I said something about chubbiness.
Following a CT scan I was told I have arthritis in my neck, but no broken bones or brain bleeds. I just have a good, old fashioned concussion. I am grateful for the job my now broken Smith Variant Brim helmet did to protect my head. I can't imagine what would have happened to my noggin had I not been wearing a helmet. I would have posted this from the ER following that time-honored Maggot tradition, but I couldn't focus on my phone.
Be safe out there.
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