Sunday and a broken arm

 SUNDAY 13-AUGUST-2023

Sunday started normally and ended up taking a very unexpected path.

Packed our bags and checked out.

Drove to Perisher.  Decided to take the train to Blue Cow.  The logic was to skip the queue at the V8 and also, given the poor snow conditions, we were not sure how easy it would be to get across to Blue Cow.  On the plus side at Blue Cow, one just walks out of the train and onto the snow.

We arrived before 8:30 and observed a huge group waiting patiently for the rope to be removed.

 

 

 

Two and a half runs later and I am waiting near the "early starter" and Jemma joins me and says she fell over and hurt her wrist and would like to ice it.  I clarified that this was more than just grab a handful of snow.  We took the "Early Starter" up to the top and walked, trudged, up to Blue Cow terminal.

We wet into the coffee shop on the lower level to ask where to find first aid.  A fellow, who turned out to be an instructor, said he would call the ski patrol.  I initially thought that was over the top but in hindsight, it was the right thing to do.

 

 

Ana from Colorado attended and took us back stage at Blue Cow and then accompanied us and another fellow by train down to the medical centre at Perisher.

 At the Perisher centre, the medical staff did X-Rays and concluded it was broken enough to warrant a cast.  This first cast is a half cast and a bandage.  This is because the arm will apparently swell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They let me know that there was 15 minute parking behind the medical centre so I moved the car over and moved Jemma and the skis and snow board into the car.  

We drove round to Smiggins and dropped off the skis at Rhythm.

Then onto Cooma via Jindabyne and dropped the snow boards and clothes.  

We phoned Qantas to try to change to an earlier flight.  We spoke to a fellow over seas and the bit rate made the conversation unintelligible.  He recognised this and offered to call us back.  The return call was just as bad but we got the message that he could not make the change because I had bought cheap tickets.  Gave up.

Decided to navigate to the Canberra airport and request in person.

Arrived at the Airport and Jemma accompanied me.  I hoped that having the patient in front of them would engender sympathy.  They kindly moved us to a flight an hour earlier.  

Continued onto Henry's place and cleaned up the car and repacked.  Cup of tea and cake