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Quoted message said:On Mon, 08 Dec 2003 11:46:30 -0700, MattB wrote:
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Quoted message said:Yeah, I have a good one from my belly button to my ribs. Pretty good
story
Quoted message said:Quoted message said:(ski incident) but no MTB content.
Ooh, I want to hear that one.
Here's the condensed (yet still kind of long) version: I'm 18 years old and invincible. I recently
moved to Colorado from Michigan and was very excited to start my new ski bum/college student
lifestyle. Fall of that year the local resort has thin snow cover. I skipped class one day to catch
some fresh snow. A friend and I are skiing a recently opened run to get the ~4" of new fluff. He's
ahead and we take slightly different routes. I'm going pretty fast and making GS turns. I go to ski
over a knoll and hear my skis hitting rock. It turned out that knoll was actually a big pile of
rocks that had been covered by a little bit of snow and then wind-blown smooth. I ejected from my
skis and did a front flip into the rubble.
The first thing that hit was my right elbow, shattering it. I also took a hard blow to the abdomen
that severely winded me. I sat there trying to regain my composure and realized I had broken my arm.
It looked and felt all wrong and my palm was facing outward. I shifted myself and felt thing move
around in a very unnatural way in my arm and blood began to pour from my sleeve at the wrist. I also
had a terrible pain in my gut accompanied by a strange sensation, almost like a faucet running
inside me which I later learned was internal bleeding. I tried to find my skis so I could ski down
to the base and seek medical attention for my arm. I found one ski and collapsed in terrible
abdominal pain, unable to go on.
Fortunately someone saw this from a nearby surface (Pomma) lift. Even though I initially told them I
was OK, when they saw me still there on the next run they sent patrol. I got my sled ride to the
clinic and saw a doctor. They told me I had a really, really, badly broken arm (multiple open
fracture of right ulna). They figured I was in a lot of pain, but I told them my gut was so painful
I didn't care about the arm. I'm all doubled up in the fetal position writhing, and (according to my
bro) moaning/screaming in pain. They want to give me morphine for the arm pain, but said they
shouldn't if I might have internal injuries. They decide to skip the morphine (had the syringe
ready) and drive me down to the next town to see a doc.
The general surgeon is on vacation (only one in this town). I'm still in a lot of pain. They decide
to drive me to another town 1.5 Hours away (Montrose). They are checking me out. I'm going on about
6 Hours with no pain control and I'm going into shock, losing blood pressure, and throwing up, which
just adds to the pain. We get to Montrose and the doc gets out a 6" needle and inserts it just below
my navel. Blood squirts out and hits him in the chest. Then everyone gets all excited and start
yelling words like "Prep!" and "Stat" and then looking at me and saying everything will be fine and
smiling. It doesn't make me feel any better. My bro says he loves me. It strikes me as weird (not
that he loves me, but that he chose then to tell me).
I wake up the next day in intensive care to find out I had severed my small intestine just below the
stomach. The force of impact had pinched it against a vertebrae. I had been in surgery for several
hours. I was in traction with tubes going just about everywhere a tube can be inserted. 18 staples
in the gut and 15 in the arm. They had basically removed all my internal organs and inspected them
and then put them all back in, doing a fix-up on the torn bit. The process basically required me to
be filleted. I now had some new Ti hardware in the arm, too (8 pieces). I spent a week in the ICU
followed by three more days in a regular room. I had a morphine infuser hooked to a button I could
press. After a week on the stuff I was losing touch and having crazy (not-so-fun) hallucinations. I
stopped pushing the button.
Eventually they let me leave. Life sucked for a while there but I get better. I had to have some
more surgery the next summer on my arm. Now it works pretty well most of the time but is a good
weather predictor. I have to stay away from rich foods and regularly have digestive issues for no
apparent reason. Manageable, and I learned that even though I was 18 I really wasn't invincible.
That's an important thing to know.
I would have died if I hadn't skipped breakfast that morning. I would have died if they had given me
morphine before discovering the internal bleeding. I would have died if the guys on the lift hadn't
called for ski patrol. I would have been in much worse shape (probably dead) if my head had hit
instead of my gut and elbow (no helmet).
It seems like I was unlucky, but really I was very lucky that I lived. It changed my whole
perspective. Looking back, I'm almost (but not quite) glad it happened because it made me the
person I am now.
Crazy eh? Be thankful for all you have. It can all change in an instant.
Matt (lucky for me I was just MOSTLY dead!)