Winter Wonderland Vacation
Jan. 17th, 2006 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mythtellerThis past weekend, a bunch of us went on the holiday we had promised ourselves in the summer. We were supposed to go to Cuba, but a series of unfortunate events led us to not being able to make it.
So instead, we went to La Sapiniere in Ste. Adele. Of course, this seems like the polar opposite of Cuba, but I've always been one to enjoy odd twists of fate. In the end, we had a great time in a luxurious cabin (complete with fireplace), access to X-country ski trails and snowshoeing, and evening meals that were prepared by some of the finest chefs in the province.
I really mean this. The food was unreal; I've never had such fantastically prepared meals. The company was great, the meals were heavenly, and the wine went down smoothly. So in the end, we traded the heat of Cuba for the finest of food (food in Cuba is reputed to be crappy anyways).
On the downside, I was involved in a snowmobile accident on Sunday. Gabbo and I were taking turns driving the rented skidoo and while I was a passenger, Gabbo lost control of the machine (trying to avoid a sinkhole that appeared on the trail) and it nearly flipped over (while heading for a tree).
While it was flipping over, my knee got caught in the snowbank and I was ripped off the back of the skidoo. It all happened so fast, but I think my leg got caught under the treads of the machine and it twisted my knee.
Before I knew what was happening, I was writhing on the trail, screaming in agony. Gabbo was also thrown from the skidoo, bruising his hip. He ran over to me to see what had happened.
"Did you break your leg?" he asked, unsure what to do. I tried to bend my knee, and although it hurt, I could bend it and I wiggled my toes. I've dislocated my knee before, so I knew how this felt.
I could feel my knee swelling up, but I rasped "No... it's not broken. Just give me a minute." Once I got my breath and composure back, I managed to stand on the injured leg. The crisis being past, I felt lucky to be alive. And to reassure Gabbo, I started to laugh and cried out "I'M ALIVE!!!"
So I'm hobbling about today in quite a bit of pain. No, of course I haven't been to see the doctor yet (another long story), but I'm heading out that way this afternoon.
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sarahcarotte says I have a strong love-hate relationship with sympathy. That's true enough, I guess. I realize that I need help now getting my things done, but I hate being a burden to others. I hope I'm not sidelined for too long.
So instead, we went to La Sapiniere in Ste. Adele. Of course, this seems like the polar opposite of Cuba, but I've always been one to enjoy odd twists of fate. In the end, we had a great time in a luxurious cabin (complete with fireplace), access to X-country ski trails and snowshoeing, and evening meals that were prepared by some of the finest chefs in the province.
I really mean this. The food was unreal; I've never had such fantastically prepared meals. The company was great, the meals were heavenly, and the wine went down smoothly. So in the end, we traded the heat of Cuba for the finest of food (food in Cuba is reputed to be crappy anyways).
On the downside, I was involved in a snowmobile accident on Sunday. Gabbo and I were taking turns driving the rented skidoo and while I was a passenger, Gabbo lost control of the machine (trying to avoid a sinkhole that appeared on the trail) and it nearly flipped over (while heading for a tree).
While it was flipping over, my knee got caught in the snowbank and I was ripped off the back of the skidoo. It all happened so fast, but I think my leg got caught under the treads of the machine and it twisted my knee.
Before I knew what was happening, I was writhing on the trail, screaming in agony. Gabbo was also thrown from the skidoo, bruising his hip. He ran over to me to see what had happened.
"Did you break your leg?" he asked, unsure what to do. I tried to bend my knee, and although it hurt, I could bend it and I wiggled my toes. I've dislocated my knee before, so I knew how this felt.
I could feel my knee swelling up, but I rasped "No... it's not broken. Just give me a minute." Once I got my breath and composure back, I managed to stand on the injured leg. The crisis being past, I felt lucky to be alive. And to reassure Gabbo, I started to laugh and cried out "I'M ALIVE!!!"
So I'm hobbling about today in quite a bit of pain. No, of course I haven't been to see the doctor yet (another long story), but I'm heading out that way this afternoon.
sarahcarotte says I have a strong love-hate relationship with sympathy. That's true enough, I guess. I realize that I need help now getting my things done, but I hate being a burden to others. I hope I'm not sidelined for too long.
