Once upon a time, there was a Brian who loved to snowboard. He was pretty good too...he could carve, jump, and do tricks. One day on a very foggy snowy morning, he was out with his wife and her sister snowboarding. He decided to go to the "playground" where there were even more jumps, and rails, and BIG things to play on...!!! This was not a good idea because one of the jumps was pretty icy. Tamra and Tara were on the run up above the playground, which Brian was supposed to go on as well. We were watching and laughing as he went on a few different things, and was showing his "skills". Then he went on the big jump, and fell...we laughed again, but he did not get up. We called his name several times, and no answer...panicked, we boarded down to his run. I couldn't get right to him, I had to go all the way around the jump...which was as tall as Brian. By the time I got to him probably minutes later...he was still unconscious. He was moaning...and I was scared sick. All of the sudden he shot up, and looked dazed and confused. I immediately told him to lay back down fearing not only head injuries, but possibly back and neck injuries as well. He did not comply. So I began ordering him to do so...stubborn as he is...he would not. Soon he is grabbing at his shoulder saying that it hurts pretty bad, but that he will be fine to go down the mountain....UM, HELLO...you were unconscious for MINUTES...you are NOT going ANYWHERE!!! This is about the time that the obscenities began leaving my mouth...I had NO OTHER CHOICE. He would NOT comply...he looked at me and told me to stop freaking out. Here I am looking at my husband who was knocked unconscious for way too long...and is hurt, and is also now complaining of nausea, is yawning, and is lightheaded, but wants me to STOP freaking out so that he can just ride down the mountain?? NUH UH....forget it. This is about the time that Tamra begins forcefully threatening and demanding a divorce if he dares to get up and go down the mountain...(you see, i didn't care if I had to re-marry the guy, he was NOT getting up, or going anywhere) Luckily the shoulder pain grew so immense that he about passed out once more, forcing him to lay down.
The ski patrol got to him, accessed his injuries, and took him down via ambulance to the nearest ER. Thankfully, after a head CT was done, he did not have a serious brain injury that we feared. He did however have a badly broken clavicle (collar bone). Here is what it looks like even a week after the accident:
GROSS HUH!!! (Looks like we had a party with yellow-green paint...owie!!!)
All in all, I have never been so incredibly scared that I was sick to my stomach, and couldn't even cry. It was the worst feeling to come up to my husband who was unconscious, and had been for so long. I am SOOOO thankful that he will be okay. He is in SOO MUCH PAIN, but it will heal. I feared much worse injuries.
Moral of the story is...If you want to show off for your wife...do it by cleaning the dishes...much more effective, and there are minimal risks involved...!!
...okay, so I am a little bit flattered that he still tries to impress me....!!
Please note...this is a very condensed version...for the extended version, and supercharged emotion, talk to one of us in person...It was the most insane thing EITHER of us have gone though!!