My skiing Adventure.

While in Zell am See, a group of us wanted to go skiing. Who doesn’t want to go skiing in the Alps? We were all up and getting ready. I was trying to find out as much info as I could about skiing before I got up on the top of a mountain. I had never skied before and was a little nervous. We had to walk to a bus stop from our bed and breakfast and ride up into the mountains. When we got to the ski resort we had to buy a ticket to go up the mountain and then all the equipment needed. We rode up the mountain and I remember being so unbelievably excited. I had always wanted to ski and now I was finally going in the Alps at that! It took us a while to get all of our gear and get up to the top of the mountain. I think I probably spent two hundred dollars on all the equipment. Once I was at the top of the mountain but lessons started. The girls who were more experienced were helping those who weren’t. I also had met a man while I was practicing outside one of the ski shops, he was an export. He was in the US military and was stationed in Germany. I quickly learned how to stop and how to turn. After about ten minutes I decided that I needed to adjust one of my ski boots. When I got up I realized that I was alone. With so many people trying to ski with each other it was easy to just assume someone else was skiing with the rookie. At this point I was falling a lot. I thought I was doing well until I almost flew off a cliff. Apparently in the Alps the skiers are so experienced that they don’t need a wide runaway or guard rails by huge deadly cliffs. After I recovered from my near death moment in my day, I turned to start skiing again. As I was skiing across the mountain, perpendicular to the angle of the mountain my left ski hit mogul. My ski went back to the left up the mountain and my body weight with my knee kept going the other way. I heard a snap and began to fall to the ground. With my leg twisted behind me I started to figure out what exactly happened. I was laying face down in the snow crying from the pain. Two Czech women stopped and asked if I need help, at this point I was begging for my ski to be taken off so I could straighten my leg. I pulled my knee up to my chest and continued lay still in the snow. The women waited with me for about ten minutes until two ski instructors skied by and stopped. The instructors stopped and asked what happened. I told them that I heard my knee snap and that I couldn’t continue to ski. After calling the snowmobile and waiting another ten minutes for the man to arrive. I decided I didn’t want to lay on the big yellow boat thing he was pulling behind him so, I climbed up on the snowmobile with help from one of the instructors. We drove down the mountain. At this point the girls realized that I was missing, some of them were going to go back up the mountain to look for me. We drove right up to everyone because they were standing near the first aid building. When everyone first saw me they laughed because they just assumed that I had just given up on skiing. I was even laughing until I got close, it was similar to the moment when you hurt but you don’t cry until you get to your mother. I started crying and immediately everyone freaked out. As I was sitting in the medical office I realized that the weight of the boot was pulling on my knee. The knee itself felt like it was hanging by a string that was going to pop any moment. After calling my mother and deciding I need to go to a hospital, I was placed in a wheelchair and pushed to the lift down the mountain. The wheelchair was bright orange so I was getting plenty of attention. Once down the mountain I decided I didn’t want to take an ambulance to the hospital because I knew it would cost a ton of money. I rode the city bus back down the mountain and then walked a mile or so back to the hotel. We called a cab and got a ride to the hospital. Within three minutes of being in the hospital and signed in, I was back in the emergency room getting a x-ray. After they knew my bones were okay they started jerking at my knee. The doctor twisted, pulled, and bent my knee. Then he told Melissa Swan, in German of course, that it was my ACL. He gave my some shots of Lovenox 40 mg to inject into my left thigh to prevent blood clots and a full leg splint. After leaving the hospital, I took the cab back to the bed and breakfast. Everyone was eating dinner and socializing when I got back. Of course I had to tell my story over and over but after a while the buzz died down.