It's getting cold, which reminds me the snowboarding season is coming. Last year I had so much fun snowboarding with my friends and was glad that I didn't hurt myself. Haha...
I still remember the worst one and I still can see the scars on my knee.
It was a good trip with my friends. We were going fine and I was getting tired. When I went down the hills, I got to a place that was really flat, so I had my left foot off the binding and put my left foot in between the binding. I had only my right foot stuck with my snowboard. It was fine going pretty fast for a while and suddently there was a bump and I totally tripped.
Because I went so fast, so my whole body was flying away from my snowboard, but my left leg was still on the snowboard.
Yes, my body went clock wise flying when my left foot still locked on the snowboard. My knee totally cracked and I could hear the muscle twisted.
I was down immediately and couldn't even get up.
I felt the pain that I had never felt before and tought that I lost my right leg. I was really scared and I couldn't think about anything but my family. I was trying hard to get up and I couldn't. It was so painful just trying to move. I couldn't find my friends because they all went down already, so I was alone on the hill.
People who saw me going down stopped and asked me if I was ok and I told them I was fine. I was trying to handle it myself. I took my binding off and crabbed my right leg ( I couldn't really move my right leg. It looked like it was just hanging along with my body.....) and tried to move it. I ended up sitting on my snowboard and sliding down the hill.
Once I was down the hill, the snowboard couldn't slide anymore, so I had to crawl all the way to the customer service booth. My friends saw me and was yelling at me for not telling them. They were so pissed that I was crawling instead of asking for help. I went to the booth and I was so tired that I just fell asleep.
My friends took me back to the hotel and I knew I couldn't go snowboarding the next day, so we decided to head back. (Arrr....what a waste! We paid for the tickets and hotel already...) I couldn't really move my right leg except having it straight. It was awful. I couldn't really go to the washroom because it took me a very long time just to have a position that allowed me to "go" without bending my knee.
After I headed home, I went to the doctor and he had to "beat" the bruises out by "hitting" my knee with a wood stick. Of course the bruises would be out after the crazy beating. -_-
(To be continued)
