god damn its good to be back on ns. probably no one noticed , but i was gone for i what felt like a reallly long time. it started 2 days before new year, and to make a long story short, got caught by the cops at 2 am piss drunk, got arrested, and got mostly all freedoms taken away by my parents. yea fuckin sucks
now get this. its my first day of skiing after a months of grounding (feb. 3rd) and im pretty much foaming at the mouth at the sight of a rail, or even a lift. i drop in for my first run and almost jizzed. now after a few runs of enjoying everything i wanted to pound out my list of tricks that i needed to get on lock. so im sessioning this small about 25 foot jump at HV. after my first run i decided i hated it. the lip was to steep, and the landing was pretty much flat, which meant landing forward happened almost evertime. but i said screw it , ive waited to long... bad mistake. i went for a 7 tail and everything was peachy about it untill i get to 5 and i spot my landing. at that moment i litteraly yelled out "fuck." my tips were going at a complete nose dive toward the ground, and my body was about parallel with the landing. i braced for impact, and it wasnt to bad at first. i laid there cursing myself for being so stupid. then i realized the pain was not subsiding. my stomach felt like it was going to explode, and i had the air knocked out of me. i knew stomach pain that lasted taht long was not good at all. and this was seriously the worst pain ive ever had.
so i skiied to the bottom, and caught a shuttle. the driver heard me swearing and screaming in pain and said he was going to take me to ski patrol. i got in there, ripped my gear off, laid on the closest table, swearing as loud as ive ever heard myself in between my short choppy breaths. i couldnt even speak to them. breathing and speaking felt like stabbing myseld at the time. they called an ambulance and rushed me to the nearest hospital. they said my vitals were too low, and i probably needed serious help, so i got to a local hospital, then was life flighted to buffalo. here they took a few CT scans and broke the bad news to me. i had a ruptured spleen, a broken rib, and was internally bleeding really bad. a resevoir of blood had formed around my stomach too so i couldnt eat without pretty much dyingg in pain. so i was in the intensive care unit for 5 straight days, not able to get up for anything, which included pissing and shitting. (bed pans suck ass) but the only good thing about all this is that i got morphine EVERY DAY, and im on lortab now. but then i spent 2 more days on bed rest at the hospital before being realesed. and this whole time i had an IV, no food. docs told me i was out of ALL activity for 3 months. any strain or impact on the spleen region will break off the blood clot that is holding it together, and i will most likely die of internal bleeding before i get to a hospital.
needless to say this was the worst experience of my life. i spent everyday reading and looking at freeskier, pretty much crying of pain and out of self pity that i was out for a whole season (doesnt help that we got 23 inches of snow last night). but i will be back this summer at camp of champs, which is my parents gift to me cause they feel so bad. so ns kill it for me the rest of this season, and ill be spending most of my time on this site.
"its not really lettin my dice roll and yes by dice i mean testicles, speakin of testicles get me a beer"
bitch im the stuntman