I had planned to write Part Two Of My New Mexico-Colorado Adventure.
But instead, you have to read about the (roughly) 35 x-rays, the cat scan and the ice storm.
Roll those altogether, add a hockey tournament in small town Canada, and you have my weekend.
Okay, LONG story short, we were in Miramichi NB for a tournament and there was a wicked ice storm. EVERYTHING was coated in ice. And I mean, everything. Roads were ice rinks, ice rinks were open and hockey must go on, right?
My friend Lynn had parked her SUV, she headed one way and I headed the other, thinking the already driven on road was better than the slick parking lot. I was walking slllllloooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllly and carrying a cup of tea in each hand. I slipped, up went the cups, and down came me.
Or, in order: my knees, quickly followed by my chin, then my arms.
I smashed my chin into the ice, and I could hear something snap. I think it was either my neck, or my shoulder. Not sure.
Anyway, next, my arms went out in front of me, still holding the tea. My hands didn't have a chance to go palm open and catch my fall. And so, I landed like a volleyball player , not a skater. I'm no doctor, but I think THAT move saved me 2 broken wrists.
And a complete meltdown, because a writer needs to type, yes?????
I managed to get my self up, then I slid and hobbled to the rink, inside and then found some of our other team parents. Of course, I needed to make sure my son had a water bottle and speak to him before the game. He was in net.
I made it to the stands where the other parents were and that's when things got hazy. And woozy. One of the moms, Alicia, is a nurse, and I asked her to take a look at my shoulder. Then next thing we know, I'm in Renee's truck on the way to the ER. Something about my sore head and wanting to keep my eyes closed.
We got to the hospital, then somebody asked some questions, then poof, I was on a gurney, in a neck brace.
4 hours, at least 35 x-rays, one cat scan and a really painful shot of pain killer into my thigh, I was back in the truck and in a neck brace and sling.
My friend Renee was a godsend!! She texted back and forth, from the ER, with the other parents at the game, and called my husband and kept him posted.
Once we got back to the hotel, my son and I got settled in and then I attempted to sleep. Hahahaha.
Sunday morning, they had an 8am game, but got back at 8:45am. The other team didn't show up. Not a phone call, nothing. Stay classy, Tracadie!! So, we made the finals!
Another mom, Jennifer, drove me to the game. Our boys won and I was elated, but I just so badly wanted to get home.
ANOTHER mom, Sandra, drove me and my van home and my son went in the truck with her hubby and sons.
I am SO happy to be home. And I am SO thankful to not have fallen backwards. I would have crack my skull and badly injured my already weak back.
Thank you, for all your help, Wildcat moms!!