Will is still hobbling along and now he is sick, with a 101+ temp. Nurse Carrie contract has been extended indefinitely. Jan 2008 will not be forgotten.
My ankle is doing better. I joined an indoor soccer league to supplement my outdoor adventures. Will post pics of various bruises as they occur. Right now I have two big toes without toenails. My apologies if you were eating while reading this.
I was temporarily relived of my nurse duties last weekend for a weekend of skiing in Tahoe! Yes, I left the patient to enjoy the same activity that crippled him. But, I made the plans much earlier and it was to see the Sarah and clan. That should be reason enough. Anyway, the snow was excellent (not quite the powder of Utah, but the best I've seen since I left that state), and because it was Sarah's first time skiing, I have a great story to tell. Something about a beginner on an intermediate slope, a rescue dog, and a snowmobile.
And as always, here is the usual unfulfilled promise of new pics:
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Update
WARNING : Thier our alot of mispeelings and grammer errors below. I did not edit before posting the rushed update. Get a point for every mistake you find.
In our first ski trip of the season, and in our second run of a nice, sunny day, Will bit it, and bit it good. Sadly, I can’t say I really saw what happened. We were at a stopping point at the top of a slope, where it’s relatively flat. I paused as I eavesdropped on some older women (I know I will regret calling them older when I reach my 40’s, but until that time, they were older) nervously dare each other to go. We were on a blue run (intermediate), but on the more expert end, with about a 40% grade, so the women’s fears were understandable if they were expecting a lower grade. One woman told the others its part of the initiation for the “425”. The 425 being the area code on the somewhat wealthier, suburban Eastside (or Snohomish county, strange area distribution I must say). This piqued my interested more, because city girl from the “206” wanted to show them how to fearlessly make it down (Seriously, I have nothing against the Eastside or 425, but we do have better restaurants, nightlife, and culture in general, ha ha). Ok, no more tangents. So, the last thing I heard was one woman saying she was afraid of falling, then, as if it were timed, I see Will rolling down, body twisting, but with his telemark skis still attached to his boot and in a stationary position. A scream accompanied the twisting, and since I had never heard the man scream before, I knew he must be in pain.
I rushed over to him. Surprisingly, after witnessing the fall the women must have developed some courage, because they immediately took off. We tried to move somewhere other than the center of the run, where we were, but Will couldn’t put any pressure on his left foot without excruciating pain at his ankle. I was going to ski down to summons the ski patrol, but I couldn’t leave the injured alone. It seemed like forever before anyone came our way, but eventually an older couple (a real ‘older’, looking in their 70’s) offered their help and alerted the patrol.
I followed as he was being transported to first aid, which had us cutting through snowboard jumps. I felt guilty as I enjoyed skiing along the sides of the jumps. At least I had the decency not to attempt any jumps while my husband wondered if he even has a left foot anymore.
First aid diagnosed it as an ankle fracture and insisted he seek immediate medical attention. The ER diagnosed as an ankle sprain. Ahhh, I was relieved, I am the queen of ankle sprains, not only do I know what to do with those, but he’d at least be limping in a week. Then the ER doctor called a few hours later, after the specialist’s review of the x-ray, they called it a fracture.
So a week has past. Will spent the weekend bedridden, except for our escape Saturday night for this yummy place with friends: WANN . Getting him to and from there was kind of an ordeal, but well worth it. Will got an aircast on it Monday and can put some slight pressure on it, although he’s still on crutches.
[picture here if I can manage to take a shot without him knowing]
And in some related news, I twisted my ankle on Sunday. Jealous of all the attention Will’s left ankle was getting, my left ankle decided to malfunction during a soccer game. It must be jealousy, because there was no other reason for it to twist. I didn’t have the ball, I wasn’t trying to get the ball, and I wasn’t even near a player. All I was doing was turning around and then…twist. But I had the final laugh because I just played on it anyway. It didn’t stop me at 10, so I’ll be damned if it stops me at…uh…25. Will it stop me at 40? I don’t think I’ll have any ligaments left at that point.
In our first ski trip of the season, and in our second run of a nice, sunny day, Will bit it, and bit it good. Sadly, I can’t say I really saw what happened. We were at a stopping point at the top of a slope, where it’s relatively flat. I paused as I eavesdropped on some older women (I know I will regret calling them older when I reach my 40’s, but until that time, they were older) nervously dare each other to go. We were on a blue run (intermediate), but on the more expert end, with about a 40% grade, so the women’s fears were understandable if they were expecting a lower grade. One woman told the others its part of the initiation for the “425”. The 425 being the area code on the somewhat wealthier, suburban Eastside (or Snohomish county, strange area distribution I must say). This piqued my interested more, because city girl from the “206” wanted to show them how to fearlessly make it down (Seriously, I have nothing against the Eastside or 425, but we do have better restaurants, nightlife, and culture in general, ha ha). Ok, no more tangents. So, the last thing I heard was one woman saying she was afraid of falling, then, as if it were timed, I see Will rolling down, body twisting, but with his telemark skis still attached to his boot and in a stationary position. A scream accompanied the twisting, and since I had never heard the man scream before, I knew he must be in pain.
I rushed over to him. Surprisingly, after witnessing the fall the women must have developed some courage, because they immediately took off. We tried to move somewhere other than the center of the run, where we were, but Will couldn’t put any pressure on his left foot without excruciating pain at his ankle. I was going to ski down to summons the ski patrol, but I couldn’t leave the injured alone. It seemed like forever before anyone came our way, but eventually an older couple (a real ‘older’, looking in their 70’s) offered their help and alerted the patrol.
I followed as he was being transported to first aid, which had us cutting through snowboard jumps. I felt guilty as I enjoyed skiing along the sides of the jumps. At least I had the decency not to attempt any jumps while my husband wondered if he even has a left foot anymore.
First aid diagnosed it as an ankle fracture and insisted he seek immediate medical attention. The ER diagnosed as an ankle sprain. Ahhh, I was relieved, I am the queen of ankle sprains, not only do I know what to do with those, but he’d at least be limping in a week. Then the ER doctor called a few hours later, after the specialist’s review of the x-ray, they called it a fracture.
So a week has past. Will spent the weekend bedridden, except for our escape Saturday night for this yummy place with friends: WANN . Getting him to and from there was kind of an ordeal, but well worth it. Will got an aircast on it Monday and can put some slight pressure on it, although he’s still on crutches.
[picture here if I can manage to take a shot without him knowing]
And in some related news, I twisted my ankle on Sunday. Jealous of all the attention Will’s left ankle was getting, my left ankle decided to malfunction during a soccer game. It must be jealousy, because there was no other reason for it to twist. I didn’t have the ball, I wasn’t trying to get the ball, and I wasn’t even near a player. All I was doing was turning around and then…twist. But I had the final laugh because I just played on it anyway. It didn’t stop me at 10, so I’ll be damned if it stops me at…uh…25. Will it stop me at 40? I don’t think I’ll have any ligaments left at that point.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Boo to Boston: 'Pawt' two
I’m not a big football fan, in fact, by default I just root for the local, if any, team, or the last local team I know. With the Seahawks out, all that’s left to cheer for are the San Diego Chargers, my self-adopted childhood team (like when kids who have an abusive parent [the Raiders], a loser one [the Rams], or one that abandons them [Rams and Raiders] have to find a substitute parent to cling to). Though, I don’t want the Patriots to lose just because they are playing the closest thing I ever had to a local team. More importantly, I just want them out of Super Bowl contention. They broke some record, good for them. Now they need to go home to their frigid little city. So you don’t read my last statement the wrong way, I love Boston, but the last time I was there the high was 10 degrees, thus frigid was the lasting impression.
Anyway, back to my point, the Red Sox won the World Series and the Celtics have the best record in the NBA right now (Basketball is another sport I don’t care for and thus root local, so go Sonics, even though they pretty much suck). All this number 1 business for one city (technically the Patriots are in Foxborough, MA, but close enough) and small state is too much in my opinion. They already have a large concentration of the best and brightest scholars, why dominate the sports world too. Will calls it a Californian inferiority complex, but, call me a commie, I just think the good fortune should be spread.
If the Patriots do in fact win the next two games, then former Mass. Governor Mitt Romney should be feeling pretty bad if he doesn’t come out on top after Super Tuesday. He’ll be the only thing to recently come out of there a loser.
My pick for Super Bowl: Chargers or Giants
My pick for NBA whatever: Sonics
Hockey pick: Ducks
Professional sports teams v. Local sports: local
Democratic Pick: Kucinich
Democratic Pick with a Chance: Obama
Republican Pick: G-man Giuliani
Anyway, back to my point, the Red Sox won the World Series and the Celtics have the best record in the NBA right now (Basketball is another sport I don’t care for and thus root local, so go Sonics, even though they pretty much suck). All this number 1 business for one city (technically the Patriots are in Foxborough, MA, but close enough) and small state is too much in my opinion. They already have a large concentration of the best and brightest scholars, why dominate the sports world too. Will calls it a Californian inferiority complex, but, call me a commie, I just think the good fortune should be spread.
If the Patriots do in fact win the next two games, then former Mass. Governor Mitt Romney should be feeling pretty bad if he doesn’t come out on top after Super Tuesday. He’ll be the only thing to recently come out of there a loser.
My pick for Super Bowl: Chargers or Giants
My pick for NBA whatever: Sonics
Hockey pick: Ducks
Professional sports teams v. Local sports: local
Democratic Pick: Kucinich
Democratic Pick with a Chance: Obama
Republican Pick: G-man Giuliani
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
The not so Little Bro
Today was going to be the day I was going to post a picture of me and my brother somewhere touristy in Seattle...but it will have to wait 
. My brother was supposed to be up here for a month long LSAT course, but his instructor quit at the last minute because he found out he has brain cancer, now the Rob has to take the class in California. I feel really bad for the guy, the teacher, but I also feel guilty for being upset at the guy for disrupting our plans. Hopefully I can still convince the boy, my brother, to at least apply to law school up here.
The good thing about him not coming up this winter is that at least when he does finally visit us the sun may be out and the temperature may be moderate, then I can lie and tell him it's like this all year round and he should consider moving up... ha ha, my evil plan may work after all.
The Robman:
. My brother was supposed to be up here for a month long LSAT course, but his instructor quit at the last minute because he found out he has brain cancer, now the Rob has to take the class in California. I feel really bad for the guy, the teacher, but I also feel guilty for being upset at the guy for disrupting our plans. Hopefully I can still convince the boy, my brother, to at least apply to law school up here. The good thing about him not coming up this winter is that at least when he does finally visit us the sun may be out and the temperature may be moderate, then I can lie and tell him it's like this all year round and he should consider moving up... ha ha, my evil plan may work after all.
The Robman:
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