Post #20 - March 31, 2017
I never thought I had PTSD. That was only for war veterans and people with severe, violent trauma. My therapist last fall was the first one to mention PTSD to me, because I have fairly severe reactions to certain people and/or the things they say. Then Trump was elected President. Every day since his election and especially since he took office, I have had an overwhelming sense of dread and feel powerless. The executive orders and bills that have been passed rolling back EPA regulations, de-funding Planned Parenthood, removing internet privacy, etc, etc, etc is appalling and I can't hardly take it. I'm afraid for our planet and can hardly believe how anyone can possibly pass laws that destroy the place we live. I am so fucking sick of Colorado Congressmen Mike Coffman & Ken Buck. What losers. Two-faced assholes. Trump and the Republicans all remind me of my dad, Eleanor and relatives. It used to be that I could choose to not be around my family, so as to not remind myself of how they threw me under the bus and how racist, bigoted, misogynistic and chauvinistic they are. Now with Trump, it's in my face every single day, It used to be just part of my personal, private world, now this shit is on a national scale. I try to not think about it and go about my day, but I am depressed. Then I get REALLY angry. I'm having a difficult time even wanting to do things. I can't get motivated to do yoga or go running. All I want to do is move out of the country. I want to be away from this stupidity and ignorance. My relatives don't believe in global warming, my dad watched Fox news 24/7. I am now forced to be around my 'relatives' on tv & internet, because Twitler, Cheeto Head, POTUS bully is fucking everywhere and doing stupid fucking things. Good god. I've never really been a big fan of alcohol, but Fireball whiskey is a big temptation lately. I think I could easily become an alcoholic. I don't buy it, but it's scary for me to think & admit this. Definitely points to mental stress & anxiety. I get so angry and I'm not sure what to do with it. Today, I took a dish towel and hit the kitchen counter top probably 30 times. Just whipped the shit out of it.
March 31, 2017
March 23, 2017
Post #19 - Quandary & Jim Davidson
Post #19 - March 23, 2017
Last Sunday, March 19th, I hiked up Quandary Peak - a 14er. I've been to the summit of this peak probably 15 times, mainly in the winter. I hadn't been to the top yet this winter partly due to breaking my wrist and March 19th was my last opportunity to get a winter summit this year. I didn't decide until that morning and didn't leave my house until around 7:30. The drive on Hwy 285 was uneventful and driving up Hoosier Pass, I could see folks already halfway up Quandary. The parking lot was pretty full, but I did find a spot. I dressed fairly light. I knew a big group had been up to the summit the day before, so I figured the trail would be well packed, which it was. I didn't take snowshoes...just Kahtoola microspikes on my running shoes, which I put on at my car. I took off around 9:30 or so. It was quite warm. I had on my light weight liner gloves and a buff around my ears, with my big warm mittens and stocking cap in my pack. I made good time to treeline and started up the longer climb to the 'bench.' It was windy, but not bad. Along the bench, I stopped to put on my stocking cap and big mittens....the wind was fairly strong from the northwest. I started up the last section towards the summit. I had passed quite a few people....lots of folks were either on skis or had skis strapped to their packs. I came upon a guy that had a huge pack and crampons on his boots. He looked like he was training for something, because a person definitely didn't need all of that for Quandary that day. I came up next to him and said something like 'you must be training for something?' There was a bit of hesitation from him, so I thought he either didn't want to share or didn't want to talk, so I was going to let it be. Then he replied, 'swimming.' I laughed and said 'good one!' I got a couple steps ahead and he said 'Everest.' I stopped in my tracks, turned to him and said 'Really? Wow!' There was a guy that had stopped on skis and he heard 'Everest' and asked him when he was leaving. He said he was leaving in 3 days. I asked him what his name was, so I could follow his progress on Everest. He said 'Jim Davidson.' I thought that name sorta rang a bell and thought of Chris Tomer, the meterologist on Channel 2 in the mornings. The skier guy and Jim kept talking and I headed on up to the summit. I hung out on the summit for maybe 10 minutes, sending my friend, Kevin, a text telling him where I was. With the wind, it was cold just sitting. I headed back down and saw Jim again. I said 'good luck to you!' as I passed. He replied 'thank you.' I dropped further down the mountain and sat on a rock for probably 20 minutes taking in the sun, beautiful day and elevation. What a glorious day! I got back to my car, changed clothes and sent another text to Kevin. I drove home soooo very happy! I was happy I had decided to drive to Quandary, even tho I would be alone climbing. I was happy that I felt good and made good time to the summit. I was happy to be around so many like minded people above treeline. And I was really happy to have met Jim. What a gift that few hours was for me. When I got home I looked Jim up on Facebook and sent him a friend request. I also saw a photo of he and Chris Tomer from a few days prior on his FB page, so I sent Chris Tomer a friend request as well. Tomer is an avid mountaineer and trail runner, which is one reason I watch Channel 2 news in the morning. Jim had posted on FB that he was 'heading uphill' that day, so I replied and said that I had met him that morning on Quandary and that I would be following his progress on Everest. He replied later that day with 'Thanks for saying Hi Carol. Have a great spring.' I find it amazing that this person, Jim, who is headed to Everest and has climbed around the world, is so humble and kind. I, obviously, don't know him well, but based on his comments and posts on Facebook (we're now friends on FB), this is how he seems. I think that for some people the adventures, races, mountains, etc that we pursue are lessons in humility. In part of Jim's post on his blog today (see below), he writes: "that demands you become more." The word 'become' hit me. This is a big word, a verb, an action word, a word that to me, doesn't end. I am always 'becoming.' I always want to be learning, growing, reaching & pushing.
Jim Davidson's blog:
http://www.speakingofadventure.com/everest-2017/leaving-for-everest/
He wrote this in his blog today (emphasis mine):
"Its not about “conquering” the mountain. No one can conquer a mountain. Its about taking on a big challenge that demands you do more, that demands you become more."
One of my favorite quotes:
“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion…I go to them as humans go to worship. From their lofty summits I view my past, dream of the future and, with an unusual acuity, am allowed to experience the present moment…my vision cleared, my strength renewed. In the mountains I celebrate creation. On each journey I am reborn.” – Anatoli Boukreev
Last Sunday, March 19th, I hiked up Quandary Peak - a 14er. I've been to the summit of this peak probably 15 times, mainly in the winter. I hadn't been to the top yet this winter partly due to breaking my wrist and March 19th was my last opportunity to get a winter summit this year. I didn't decide until that morning and didn't leave my house until around 7:30. The drive on Hwy 285 was uneventful and driving up Hoosier Pass, I could see folks already halfway up Quandary. The parking lot was pretty full, but I did find a spot. I dressed fairly light. I knew a big group had been up to the summit the day before, so I figured the trail would be well packed, which it was. I didn't take snowshoes...just Kahtoola microspikes on my running shoes, which I put on at my car. I took off around 9:30 or so. It was quite warm. I had on my light weight liner gloves and a buff around my ears, with my big warm mittens and stocking cap in my pack. I made good time to treeline and started up the longer climb to the 'bench.' It was windy, but not bad. Along the bench, I stopped to put on my stocking cap and big mittens....the wind was fairly strong from the northwest. I started up the last section towards the summit. I had passed quite a few people....lots of folks were either on skis or had skis strapped to their packs. I came upon a guy that had a huge pack and crampons on his boots. He looked like he was training for something, because a person definitely didn't need all of that for Quandary that day. I came up next to him and said something like 'you must be training for something?' There was a bit of hesitation from him, so I thought he either didn't want to share or didn't want to talk, so I was going to let it be. Then he replied, 'swimming.' I laughed and said 'good one!' I got a couple steps ahead and he said 'Everest.' I stopped in my tracks, turned to him and said 'Really? Wow!' There was a guy that had stopped on skis and he heard 'Everest' and asked him when he was leaving. He said he was leaving in 3 days. I asked him what his name was, so I could follow his progress on Everest. He said 'Jim Davidson.' I thought that name sorta rang a bell and thought of Chris Tomer, the meterologist on Channel 2 in the mornings. The skier guy and Jim kept talking and I headed on up to the summit. I hung out on the summit for maybe 10 minutes, sending my friend, Kevin, a text telling him where I was. With the wind, it was cold just sitting. I headed back down and saw Jim again. I said 'good luck to you!' as I passed. He replied 'thank you.' I dropped further down the mountain and sat on a rock for probably 20 minutes taking in the sun, beautiful day and elevation. What a glorious day! I got back to my car, changed clothes and sent another text to Kevin. I drove home soooo very happy! I was happy I had decided to drive to Quandary, even tho I would be alone climbing. I was happy that I felt good and made good time to the summit. I was happy to be around so many like minded people above treeline. And I was really happy to have met Jim. What a gift that few hours was for me. When I got home I looked Jim up on Facebook and sent him a friend request. I also saw a photo of he and Chris Tomer from a few days prior on his FB page, so I sent Chris Tomer a friend request as well. Tomer is an avid mountaineer and trail runner, which is one reason I watch Channel 2 news in the morning. Jim had posted on FB that he was 'heading uphill' that day, so I replied and said that I had met him that morning on Quandary and that I would be following his progress on Everest. He replied later that day with 'Thanks for saying Hi Carol. Have a great spring.' I find it amazing that this person, Jim, who is headed to Everest and has climbed around the world, is so humble and kind. I, obviously, don't know him well, but based on his comments and posts on Facebook (we're now friends on FB), this is how he seems. I think that for some people the adventures, races, mountains, etc that we pursue are lessons in humility. In part of Jim's post on his blog today (see below), he writes: "that demands you become more." The word 'become' hit me. This is a big word, a verb, an action word, a word that to me, doesn't end. I am always 'becoming.' I always want to be learning, growing, reaching & pushing.
Jim Davidson's blog:
http://www.speakingofadventure.com/everest-2017/leaving-for-everest/
He wrote this in his blog today (emphasis mine):
"Its not about “conquering” the mountain. No one can conquer a mountain. Its about taking on a big challenge that demands you do more, that demands you become more."
One of my favorite quotes:
“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion…I go to them as humans go to worship. From their lofty summits I view my past, dream of the future and, with an unusual acuity, am allowed to experience the present moment…my vision cleared, my strength renewed. In the mountains I celebrate creation. On each journey I am reborn.” – Anatoli Boukreev
March 21, 2017
Post #18 - Caustic & Vitriolic
Post #18 - March 21, 2017 (3rd post for today....I'm on a roll!)
I sometimes wonder why people come back into my life. Is it because I still have lessons to learn that only they can teach me? About 10 years ago, I met 'MP'. He is a very athletic person - road bikes, mtn bikes, snowshoes, runs, skis, you name it, he does it. Back then he was a massage therapist and acupuncturist. We didn't really date. He was super negative. I remember one time I was out on my road bike. Later that day he called me and asked me why I didn't say 'hi' to him when I was riding. I told him I didn't see him. He went off on me basically saying I should say 'hi' to everyone that I see when I'm riding! Really? I told him if he wanted to talk to me kindly, then fine, otherwise I was hanging up. I hung-up. I don't recall talking to him after that until this past December. He came back into my life because he sent an email for the Sourdough Snowshoe Race that my friend, Kevin, puts on. I manage the registrations & website for the race. MP didn't know I would be on the receiving end of the email (I don't think he knew that anyway). I replied to him and told him it was me, asked him how he was doing, etc. He had been out of state for a few years working on cruise ships as an acupuncturist. I thought that maybe in 10 years he had changed and had calmed down (ie: had gotten less caustic). I saw him about a week before the snowshoe race as a few of us went up to mark the course. He seemed like maybe he was more mellow, although he did rant about some xc skiers skiing on the side of the road. Since then he and I have done a few things together, gone to dinner, hiked & gone running. Clearly he is still the same person that he was....gets all bent out of shape if people don't do what he thinks they should! It's very strange to me. Who cares if two guys are running without shirts in mid February if it's 50 degrees (and who cares if they are running shirtless no matter what the temp?)? He went off (just to me - not to the guys that were running) about how come June & July they wouldn't be running very well, because they are running too much now (or something to that effect). REALLY? He didn't know these guys...how the fuck can he make those kinds of assumptions? We went hiking/running at Mt. Galbraith last Friday evening. We started at the trail head in the neighborhood in Golden (not up Golden Gate Canyon). There are wooden steps at the beginning of the trail and in some places the wood is missing and only long stakes are sticking up. It's somewhat hazardous and would be easy to trip on those. When we came back down, I didn't go down the steps because I didn't want to trip (having recently broken my wrist, falling isn't high on my list), so I ran down the grassy slope right next to the steps. He went off on me on how I was eroding the hill and that I was just like Trump supporters, because it's all about what I want! I just laughed at him, but he was serious. I haven't taken him very seriously since connecting again the past couple of months. I know he must just be full of anger inside and most people who are as vitriolic as he is, are equally harsh on themselves. And then we went to hike Rosalie Peak last Saturday. I didn't think we'd need snowshoes and technically we didn't. I wore my microspikes. He didn't have any traction device. I brought my poles and suggested he bring poles as well. He had poles in his car, but they didn't have cages, so he didn't take them on the hike. I gave him my poles, because I didn't need them up to the saddle. With microspikes, I had a lot of traction and was walking on the snow & icy sections. When we got to the saddle, it looked like the ascent to the top wouldn't be too bad as there were a lot of dry sections. We crossed a short, snowy section and then he headed for the dry ground and I stayed on the snow as much as possible to the summit. The summit was awesome...a little windy, but otherwise really nice. It was a very warm day for sure. We stayed on the summit for maybe 10 minutes and then started down. I asked him for one of my poles for the descent. I was ahead of him and headed for the snow. He followed me and was having a difficult time because of the slope and being on snow. I headed back up to him to give him my pole, so he would have both and that's when he lit into me. He went off on how I should do what's best for the team (WTF?). I can't remember what all he said, because I stopped listening and said 'I'm not listening to this' and headed down with 1 pole across the snow. I find it very strange that I can choose my own route to the top - go on the snow because that's what worked best for me, but when it comes to descending he follows me onto the snow and somehow that's my fault?! AND if he didn't want to be on the snow, why the hell didn't he descend to the saddle like how we came up, rather than dropping off the south side which was completely snow!? I went to the saddle and saw him slowly making his way thru the snow. It was pretty warm, so I'm sure he was post holing a lot. When we met up at the trail at around treeline, I didn't say anything to him, nor him to me. He post holed a lot on the way down. I did some post holing, but being lighter, not as much as he. We didn't talk about what happened. I guess I only have myself to blame if he goes off on me, because I didn't put a stop to it a couple of months ago. I wonder tho, why someone that turns 55 in a few months acts this way? IMO, it's very immature and some things really aren't worth getting upset about. Where is the personal responsibility when it comes to making your own decisions? Don't most people know by this age that you can't control what other people do or don't do? I won't be doing anything with him going forward, unless he agrees to discuss things in a calm & mature manner. And I won't listen to him rant about people we don't know doing things he doesn't like. At the Rosalie trail head a guy walked past us towards the trail and didn't say 'hi.' Of course, MP had to rant to me about that. It seems so petty to me. Who the hell cares if someone you don't know says hi or not? All I can guess, is there is a boiling cauldron of angst and anger in him and it is going to come out one way or another.
I sometimes wonder why people come back into my life. Is it because I still have lessons to learn that only they can teach me? About 10 years ago, I met 'MP'. He is a very athletic person - road bikes, mtn bikes, snowshoes, runs, skis, you name it, he does it. Back then he was a massage therapist and acupuncturist. We didn't really date. He was super negative. I remember one time I was out on my road bike. Later that day he called me and asked me why I didn't say 'hi' to him when I was riding. I told him I didn't see him. He went off on me basically saying I should say 'hi' to everyone that I see when I'm riding! Really? I told him if he wanted to talk to me kindly, then fine, otherwise I was hanging up. I hung-up. I don't recall talking to him after that until this past December. He came back into my life because he sent an email for the Sourdough Snowshoe Race that my friend, Kevin, puts on. I manage the registrations & website for the race. MP didn't know I would be on the receiving end of the email (I don't think he knew that anyway). I replied to him and told him it was me, asked him how he was doing, etc. He had been out of state for a few years working on cruise ships as an acupuncturist. I thought that maybe in 10 years he had changed and had calmed down (ie: had gotten less caustic). I saw him about a week before the snowshoe race as a few of us went up to mark the course. He seemed like maybe he was more mellow, although he did rant about some xc skiers skiing on the side of the road. Since then he and I have done a few things together, gone to dinner, hiked & gone running. Clearly he is still the same person that he was....gets all bent out of shape if people don't do what he thinks they should! It's very strange to me. Who cares if two guys are running without shirts in mid February if it's 50 degrees (and who cares if they are running shirtless no matter what the temp?)? He went off (just to me - not to the guys that were running) about how come June & July they wouldn't be running very well, because they are running too much now (or something to that effect). REALLY? He didn't know these guys...how the fuck can he make those kinds of assumptions? We went hiking/running at Mt. Galbraith last Friday evening. We started at the trail head in the neighborhood in Golden (not up Golden Gate Canyon). There are wooden steps at the beginning of the trail and in some places the wood is missing and only long stakes are sticking up. It's somewhat hazardous and would be easy to trip on those. When we came back down, I didn't go down the steps because I didn't want to trip (having recently broken my wrist, falling isn't high on my list), so I ran down the grassy slope right next to the steps. He went off on me on how I was eroding the hill and that I was just like Trump supporters, because it's all about what I want! I just laughed at him, but he was serious. I haven't taken him very seriously since connecting again the past couple of months. I know he must just be full of anger inside and most people who are as vitriolic as he is, are equally harsh on themselves. And then we went to hike Rosalie Peak last Saturday. I didn't think we'd need snowshoes and technically we didn't. I wore my microspikes. He didn't have any traction device. I brought my poles and suggested he bring poles as well. He had poles in his car, but they didn't have cages, so he didn't take them on the hike. I gave him my poles, because I didn't need them up to the saddle. With microspikes, I had a lot of traction and was walking on the snow & icy sections. When we got to the saddle, it looked like the ascent to the top wouldn't be too bad as there were a lot of dry sections. We crossed a short, snowy section and then he headed for the dry ground and I stayed on the snow as much as possible to the summit. The summit was awesome...a little windy, but otherwise really nice. It was a very warm day for sure. We stayed on the summit for maybe 10 minutes and then started down. I asked him for one of my poles for the descent. I was ahead of him and headed for the snow. He followed me and was having a difficult time because of the slope and being on snow. I headed back up to him to give him my pole, so he would have both and that's when he lit into me. He went off on how I should do what's best for the team (WTF?). I can't remember what all he said, because I stopped listening and said 'I'm not listening to this' and headed down with 1 pole across the snow. I find it very strange that I can choose my own route to the top - go on the snow because that's what worked best for me, but when it comes to descending he follows me onto the snow and somehow that's my fault?! AND if he didn't want to be on the snow, why the hell didn't he descend to the saddle like how we came up, rather than dropping off the south side which was completely snow!? I went to the saddle and saw him slowly making his way thru the snow. It was pretty warm, so I'm sure he was post holing a lot. When we met up at the trail at around treeline, I didn't say anything to him, nor him to me. He post holed a lot on the way down. I did some post holing, but being lighter, not as much as he. We didn't talk about what happened. I guess I only have myself to blame if he goes off on me, because I didn't put a stop to it a couple of months ago. I wonder tho, why someone that turns 55 in a few months acts this way? IMO, it's very immature and some things really aren't worth getting upset about. Where is the personal responsibility when it comes to making your own decisions? Don't most people know by this age that you can't control what other people do or don't do? I won't be doing anything with him going forward, unless he agrees to discuss things in a calm & mature manner. And I won't listen to him rant about people we don't know doing things he doesn't like. At the Rosalie trail head a guy walked past us towards the trail and didn't say 'hi.' Of course, MP had to rant to me about that. It seems so petty to me. Who the hell cares if someone you don't know says hi or not? All I can guess, is there is a boiling cauldron of angst and anger in him and it is going to come out one way or another.
Post #17 - Weird ass dream & email!
Post #17 - March 21, 2017
On Wednesday night, March 8th, I had a dream that I was the race director for a snowshoe race. I have helped my friend Kevin the past few years with his race, which is in January, so it's not completely strange that I would dream about a race. In my dream, it was race day and I, for some reason, was providing breakfast food for the racers. I had sandwiches (?). I had someone helping me, but I don't know who it was. I didn't think I had enough food, so the person helping me went and bought a couple dozen donuts. There were 2 races distances (like in Kevin's race) and I was having course issues as well. The strange part about this whole story is this: When I go to bed at night I turn my cell phone off and plug it in to charge on my nightstand. On Thursday morning, March 9th, I woke-up around 6:00, got up and turned my phone on. I started making breakfast, turned on my laptop and I heard emails come thru on my phone. I went and looked at my phone and saw an email to me from me!? I went to my laptop and this email had 'race' as the subject, nothing in the body of the email and was sent from my phone. It has this in the body: "Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android" It was delivered at 4:40 a.m.
Now for me to send that to myself, I would've had to 1). do this while sleeping, 2). with a cast on my right arm, 3). click ok to send an email without any information in the body of the email, 4).delete the email from my sent folder, because nothing was in the sent folder on my phone, and 5). delete the sent email from my trash folder, because nothing was in that folder either.
This was very disconcerting for me. I have NO idea how this happened. I do not have a history of sleeping walking or anything like that. I was so befuddled that I went to see a psychic that afternoon. I had never been to a psychic. She didn't have a lot of insight as to what that meant, but she did know things about me and my family that there's no way she could've known without some sort of psychic ability. I'm still trying to make sense of that dream and email!
On Wednesday night, March 8th, I had a dream that I was the race director for a snowshoe race. I have helped my friend Kevin the past few years with his race, which is in January, so it's not completely strange that I would dream about a race. In my dream, it was race day and I, for some reason, was providing breakfast food for the racers. I had sandwiches (?). I had someone helping me, but I don't know who it was. I didn't think I had enough food, so the person helping me went and bought a couple dozen donuts. There were 2 races distances (like in Kevin's race) and I was having course issues as well. The strange part about this whole story is this: When I go to bed at night I turn my cell phone off and plug it in to charge on my nightstand. On Thursday morning, March 9th, I woke-up around 6:00, got up and turned my phone on. I started making breakfast, turned on my laptop and I heard emails come thru on my phone. I went and looked at my phone and saw an email to me from me!? I went to my laptop and this email had 'race' as the subject, nothing in the body of the email and was sent from my phone. It has this in the body: "Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android" It was delivered at 4:40 a.m.
Now for me to send that to myself, I would've had to 1). do this while sleeping, 2). with a cast on my right arm, 3). click ok to send an email without any information in the body of the email, 4).delete the email from my sent folder, because nothing was in the sent folder on my phone, and 5). delete the sent email from my trash folder, because nothing was in that folder either.
This was very disconcerting for me. I have NO idea how this happened. I do not have a history of sleeping walking or anything like that. I was so befuddled that I went to see a psychic that afternoon. I had never been to a psychic. She didn't have a lot of insight as to what that meant, but she did know things about me and my family that there's no way she could've known without some sort of psychic ability. I'm still trying to make sense of that dream and email!
Post #16 - Broken wrist
Post #16 - March 21, 2017
On Sunday, Feb 12th, I was hiking on the Beaver Brook Trail (west end), slipped on a rock and broke my right wrist. I knew immediately it was broken and I'm fairly certain I heard the snap. It was excruciatingly painful. I was about 1 1/2 miles from my car. I was by myself, however, a couple of hikers were at that same place. They hiked out with me. The lady carried my poles as I had to cradle my right wrist with my left arm/hand. I took deep breathes and stopped occasionally to let my stomach settle down. I also was a much faster hiker than the other two folks, so I waited for them (mainly the lady) just so we were all together. When we got into cell phone range about 1/2 mile from the trailhead, I called my 'friend' MP, because he knew where I was. I asked him if he would come and get me and take me to an emergency room. His response was 'won't the folks you're with take you?' Note to self and everyone else: If someone asks you to come and get them because they've broken a bone, you fucking go! Unbelievable. He was about a 20 minute drive from the trailhead. We got to my car and the couple would've taken me to the emergency room, but I drove myself. I figure I had hiked out, so I could also drive myself. I went to an emergency room in Golden. They first hooked me up to an IV with pain killer, then they took xrays, although it was clear it was broken. The xray technician wasn't very good. He kept trying to move my arm into the position he wanted it. Guess he may not realize that broken bones hurt like hell! The doctor asked me if I wanted to be sedated when they reset the bone or they could just deaden my wrist via needle into the joint. I told her I wanted to be sedated - I was so tired of being in serious pain, I didn't want to feel anything! So they told me they would give my Propofol (the Michael Jackson drug). It was to knock me out for about 5 minutes. There were 4 people in the room when they started the Propofol: the doctor, an EMT and 2 nurses. The doctor and EMT reset my wrist, but the Propofol didn't knock me out. I looked to the left as I didn't want to watch what they were doing, but I was aware and awake. That sorta pissed me off! The doctor said she hadn't ever seen that before, especially for a person my size. I think I had enough pain killer in me that it didn't hurt too terribly bad tho....thank goodness! They put it in a splint and told me to go see an orthopaedic doctor as they thought I may need surgery. I was at the emergency room for about 4 or so hours. I had to have someone drive me home, because of all of the drugs they gave me, so MP came and got me (somewhat redeemed himself). We went to a pharmacy and got Percocet. I broke my wrist on a Sunday and saw an orthopaedic dr on Wednesday. Thankfully, surgery wasn't required, so they put me in a hard cast. I chose purple for the color. I had that cast for 2 weeks, then went back. They took xrays again, said it still looked pretty good, although it had shifted a little. Still no surgery required, so they put me in another cast (I chose light blue this time) for another 2 weeks. I got the 2nd cast off on Wednesday, March 15th and they put me in a removable brace. I started therapy yesterday. Lots of work to do to get my strength and full range of motion. This thing is sore!
On Sunday, Feb 12th, I was hiking on the Beaver Brook Trail (west end), slipped on a rock and broke my right wrist. I knew immediately it was broken and I'm fairly certain I heard the snap. It was excruciatingly painful. I was about 1 1/2 miles from my car. I was by myself, however, a couple of hikers were at that same place. They hiked out with me. The lady carried my poles as I had to cradle my right wrist with my left arm/hand. I took deep breathes and stopped occasionally to let my stomach settle down. I also was a much faster hiker than the other two folks, so I waited for them (mainly the lady) just so we were all together. When we got into cell phone range about 1/2 mile from the trailhead, I called my 'friend' MP, because he knew where I was. I asked him if he would come and get me and take me to an emergency room. His response was 'won't the folks you're with take you?' Note to self and everyone else: If someone asks you to come and get them because they've broken a bone, you fucking go! Unbelievable. He was about a 20 minute drive from the trailhead. We got to my car and the couple would've taken me to the emergency room, but I drove myself. I figure I had hiked out, so I could also drive myself. I went to an emergency room in Golden. They first hooked me up to an IV with pain killer, then they took xrays, although it was clear it was broken. The xray technician wasn't very good. He kept trying to move my arm into the position he wanted it. Guess he may not realize that broken bones hurt like hell! The doctor asked me if I wanted to be sedated when they reset the bone or they could just deaden my wrist via needle into the joint. I told her I wanted to be sedated - I was so tired of being in serious pain, I didn't want to feel anything! So they told me they would give my Propofol (the Michael Jackson drug). It was to knock me out for about 5 minutes. There were 4 people in the room when they started the Propofol: the doctor, an EMT and 2 nurses. The doctor and EMT reset my wrist, but the Propofol didn't knock me out. I looked to the left as I didn't want to watch what they were doing, but I was aware and awake. That sorta pissed me off! The doctor said she hadn't ever seen that before, especially for a person my size. I think I had enough pain killer in me that it didn't hurt too terribly bad tho....thank goodness! They put it in a splint and told me to go see an orthopaedic doctor as they thought I may need surgery. I was at the emergency room for about 4 or so hours. I had to have someone drive me home, because of all of the drugs they gave me, so MP came and got me (somewhat redeemed himself). We went to a pharmacy and got Percocet. I broke my wrist on a Sunday and saw an orthopaedic dr on Wednesday. Thankfully, surgery wasn't required, so they put me in a hard cast. I chose purple for the color. I had that cast for 2 weeks, then went back. They took xrays again, said it still looked pretty good, although it had shifted a little. Still no surgery required, so they put me in another cast (I chose light blue this time) for another 2 weeks. I got the 2nd cast off on Wednesday, March 15th and they put me in a removable brace. I started therapy yesterday. Lots of work to do to get my strength and full range of motion. This thing is sore!
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