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Comment : Broken Leg at Camp
Posted by Tamara on Sat 2:48pm 16 June 2007
It was my third day and camp (as a counsellor) and I was getting really excited about our training exercise. We had to hike up a mountain so to speak and camp out under the stars after preparing a meal on the campfire. For an English girl like me this was an American adventure I had only seen in the movies. The hike started well, the weather was perfect and everyone in high spirits. About 5 minutes in we came across a small stream. The two guys in front of me jumped it easily and even though there was a log to my left that I could have walked across, the jump looked easy (and if a guy can do it why cant a girl?). Well I attacked the jump at full speed and at full speed I hit the bank on the other side. My first feeling: total and utter embarassment. I was covered in mud and landed on my arse (or ass as they say in America). The guys ahead were totally freaked cos (i learned later) they heard a loud snap. This snap turned out to be the log which I made made friends with upon impact. No biggy there. So I stood up. Ouch, something not quite right. Ankle? no higher than that. Second feeling: oh god i may have a hairline fraction (i had already fractured my arm, ironically at another camp, so i knew what this felt like. Third feeling: rubbish, im holding up the whole exercise and what if it was just a sprain? An emergency call was sent out and some big strong guys and girls came to save the day. Put me in a strectcher thing and (due to the location in the middle of no where and tricky terraine) moved my by hand over tactics (very clever and well organised). Fourth feeling: god, its cold! i suddenly felt really cold and was shaking all over. Apparently I didnt look too good (according to one of the big strong guys!) By the time I got to the truck i was fading in and out of consciousness yet felt totally peaceful. One girl (Claire) kept interupting my sleep and although annoying at the time she helped me stay awake for the ambulance crew. The most physical pain I have ever felt in my life was when they put my leg in a splint. Up until then I didnt cry or scream. However I let it all out at that point, and think I cried a whole lifetime of tears (im not really a big crier, esp in front of ppl). In the ambulance I was told to sign something, god knows what it was but they said If I did, I could have morphine, so i did it quickly Fifth feeling: ermm...bit fuzzy. I think I was floating in the ambulance and i remember that one of the guys had really unusually big hands, like a teddy bear. Hospital was really very nice (compared to Britain's NHS) and I had an xray from a guy who told me he was exactly one month younger than me (im 22) which really worried me. Sixth Feeling: Surely you have to be older than me to scan my bones? Anyway to my relief (after all that fuss) and horror (was i going to be sacked from camp) i found out that i had two points which had broken. Post-morphine state did not recall what the hell these bones were called but i was very worried when the doctor said i had chipped a bone, doesnt sound nice in any light. Seventh feeling: where does the chip go once it has been chipped of the bone? so im in a temporary cast and walking in crutches, which are such hard work! If Im in a walking cast ill be able to work, if not who knows? I have absoultely no upper body strenght (being a girl) but hey, at least I only have to shave one leg!
- Broken Leg at Camp - Tamara Sat 16 Jun 2007
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