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So it's now mid-April gang, and there's some kind of huge festival going on here with little latex kids launching themselves skywards to the backdrop of dad rock bands and us adoring punters.
Since getting back from our superb volcano jolly, we've been in the wars again. Abs hit one of the big park kickers, flew 15 feet, 20, 25, 30, christ she's still going, roughly 35 feet, cleared the downslope safe landing zone and eventually touched down on the flat. I say touched down, more like slapped down. In mid-air she started to look over the nose of her board, so on contact nosepressed, that flipped her backwards onto her left arm and head, knocked out, fractured arm, then flipped forward onto her face. No worries if you're still compus as you use your arms to break the fall, right? Not so when you're clean out unconscious - so she skidded to a halt face-first, floppy ragdoll arms by her side. Halfway through her trajectory I'm thinking "that's not looking right" and started unclipping from my board, and ran over to where she was skidding.
The impact was horrific - hurrah for helmets - and when I got to her she wasn't breathing. For about 10 seconds yelled into her ear until she breathed again, and cleared the snow from under her face, then she kind of snuffles and groggily comes to after about 30-40 seconds.
The route down in the stretcher was loooooong - Abs shouting obscenities at anyone who would listen and trying to get out of the thing. Serious concussion makes you do that, y'know - combative behaviour as you have absolutely no idea where you are or what you've just done - so they had to tie her arms down like some mentalist patient under manual sedation. "Help! Let me go for f***s sake!"
All good now though - Abs' arm looks like the wall of a funky Meditteranean cafe but is now up and riding again, and her face is less American-fastfood-pro. Thought I'd take up that mantle so couple of days ago decided to head-butt an icy mogul and flay my face. Well done me - must pursue that backgammon career.
'twas Abs' day of birth a few days later, so we went and tried to get leathered round the mountain on possibly the foggiest day of the whole season. So gave up, sat in a people-watching cafe overlooking the village square and drank red wine til it came out of our eyes.
Check out the photos of broken-ness, and count your lucky stars that today, you might only give yourself a papercut or a bit of RSI typing that memo.
Love n snogs, C x
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