Then on my way down the Valley Blanche early this morning, carrying a heavy bag of food and water to stash at the Leshaux, i managed to cross my approach ski's going far too fast over some icy moguls. A couple seconds later i was disorientated on the floor with blood dripping down my face and a lip inflating like an airbag. I've had concussion a number of times before, so shortly after i picked my self up, i knew i had about 40 mins before i would start throwing up and not seeing the difference between a crevasse and boot-track. I put my skis on my back and started booting as fast as i could up to the Midi, i had just passed the Gross Rognon when i fell so had a fair way to go.
A guide or two stopped as i neared the midi, seeing the blood dripping from my face and my disorientated-wobbly walk, they offered what services they could, but i opted to carry on, almost running at one point as i raced the concussion-clock. Sure enough, as soon as i entered the ice tunnel of the Midi i couldn't hold it off any more and started violent dry and wet retching.
I somehow made it to Sallanche hospital thanks to some helpful lifties. After a trip through a Cat-scan, lots of jelly on my face and more dry retching they let me out.
|I really need a haircut as well.|
So there we go, not what i had planned. The idea of sun touching my face for the next week or so is unbearable. Its a bit upsetting to miss this weather and the great plan we had for it, but i guess it will make me get on with AK organizing instead.
I do however, stand by the fact that 130cm approach skis are cool......